Poor soul
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Spit upon that
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Poor soul
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He never knew what hit him
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And it hit him so
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Poor dunce
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He pushed back the pigmen
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The Barbs laughed
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The fool is dead
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Poor dunce
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He's less than within us
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The brains talk
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But the will to live is dead
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And prayer can't travel
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so far
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these days
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The talk of your life
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Standing so near
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To innocent eyes
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Poor dunce
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Swings thru the tunnels
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And claws his way
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Is small life so manic
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Are these really the days
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Poor dunce
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Poor dunce
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[VERSE]
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Poor soul
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Poor soul
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Poor soul
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A Small Plot Of Land
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| David Bowie |
