[Lord (taking some kids on a Nature tour, including a little Chinese girl, who is standing apart from the rest):]
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Relax, enjoy yourself
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You know it's only a glorious game
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They've fruit trees growin' in an open field
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And wild roses bloomin' down a country lane
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Look around, old chum
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Slow it down, old chum
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Or you never will succeed
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You never will succeed
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[The Devil is still pretty unhappy]
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Relax, enjoy yourself
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It's all such a wonderful game
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There are rivers and forests,
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And mountains high
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There are deep green oceans
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And the pale blue sky
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Let it go and then, you will know, old friend
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That you never will succeed
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You never will succeed
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[Chinese Angel Child (to the Devil):]
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It must be very trying to be bad all the time
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Vicious and cruel and mean
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(you get used to it)
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When there's so much beauty
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All round us to be seen
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And so very little time in which to see it all
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And feel it all
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So little time
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(you should know)
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Perhaps when you were little
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No one held you in their arms
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And told you that they loved you very much
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Perhaps you were embittered
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By your fall from Grace
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[Devil:] How long have you been dead?
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[Angel Child:] Two Months
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[D:] Do you miss your friends?
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[AC:] Yes, I miss them
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I've tried to make friends here, but it's hard
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[D:] Yes, they resent you
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[AC:] Perhaps
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[D:] They know you're smarter than they are
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[AC:] Perhaps
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[D:] Yes
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[AC:] Perhaps
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[D:] Yes
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[AC:] Yes
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[D:] Your parents, do you miss them?
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Do you wish that you were with them?
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[AC:] Yes, I miss them
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I do miss them
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[D:] The man who shot you in the head
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In that Burger King in Tucson
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Well, he never will be punished you know
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He will move to Big Pine, California
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Become the richest man in Mono County
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While that may not be much, it's enough
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When he dies
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Sixty-five years from today
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With his loved ones all around him
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He'll be whisked right up to heaven
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He won't pass go or have to wait
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He'll just march right through the God-damned gate
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Why
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you may ask yourself why
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For thousands and thousands of years
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I have asked myself why
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[Lord:] Faith
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[Angels:] Contrition
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[L:] Sincere contrition.
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Confession.
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[A:] Yes Lord
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L: Sincere confession
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A: Yes Lord. Yes Lord
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L: Redemption.
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Absolution
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Those who seek Me shall find Me
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In the case of this man,
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Predestination
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A: Predestination
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L: My ways are mysterious
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Sometimes even to myself
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My ways are mysterious
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Devil: Relax, old chum, relax
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It's all just a beautiful game that we're playing
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And in a few more years
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When I move up here
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Things will never be the same
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Same
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Same
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Same
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Relax, Enjoy Yourself
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| Randy Newman |
