There's only two songs in me and I just wrote the third
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Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
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Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
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For the two songs in me and the third one I just made
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A rich man once told me
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"Hey life's a funny thing"
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A poor man once told me
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That he can't afford to speak
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Now I'm in the middle like a bird without a beak 'cause
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There's just two songs in me and I just wrote the third
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Don't know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
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Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
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For the two songs in me and the third one I just made
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So I went to the President
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And I asked old what's-his-name
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Has he ever gotten writer's block
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Or something like the same
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He just started talking
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Like he was on TV
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"If there's just two songs in ya, boy
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Whaddaya want from me?"
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So I bought myself some denim pants
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And a silver guitar
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But I politely told the ladies
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"You'll still have to call me Sir
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Because I have to keep my self-respect
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I'll never be a star
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Since there's just two songs in me
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And this is Number Three"
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Number Three
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| They Might Be Giants |
