I've only known you for ten minutes
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But I'd prefer you didn't die just yet
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You're on a horse
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Your hands are tied
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And there's a rope around your neck
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One of them's good
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The other one's bad
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And you're no oil painting
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But you play the part of the holy rogue
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Dance along like the desert's your stage
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Your soul possess'd by the ghost of Stanislavski
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Eli Wallach
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Eli Wallach
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Through his silver tooth
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Before he shoots he speaks their epitaph
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Loose scripts and unsynched lips
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And he still makes us laugh
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Like when he wears his gun
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While he's in the bath
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(But for all of your laughter
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You're going crazy about this guy like he's your Zen master)
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I know!
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But inspiration's rare as gold
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Hidden in an unmarked grave
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You find a hero where you least expect it
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Mine's been in over fifty films
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And I'd have thought by now
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Somebody would have written a book about him
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Eli Wallach
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Eli Wallach
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I want adventure in my pocket
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Like Eli Wallach
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Eli Wallach
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Darren Hanlon |