Is this my chance, for goodness sake,
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to make the point I've tried to make
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for all my lifetime, give or take a year?
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And now it comes as no surprise:
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The world gets lost, the world gets wise.
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So dot your T's, and cross your I's, my dear.
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And it's a golden opportunity
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to take a stand and claim immunity
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against the threat of more community service.
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And you would think that they'd catch on to us.
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The odds are stacked and vaguely nocuous.
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Together we will make the Octopus nervous.
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We don't have guns, we don't have knives,
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but we've been waiting all our lives.
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And wait until the day arrives we will.
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We don't pretend we're fighting crime.
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We see the world in lemon lime.
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The only casualty's the time we kill.
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But still, a lot of things are problematical.
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There is an urge to wax fanatical,
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but we will not fall prey to radicalism.
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Well never mind, 'cause here's another thing.
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You won't believe what we're discovering.
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And you can see it through the hovering prism.
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This is the fancy pants manifesto.
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This is the fancy pants manifesto.
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This is the fancy pants manifesto,
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and now you know.
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The Fancy Pants Manifesto
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| Lemon Demon |
