I like you... I think that you're pretty good
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But I think that you think, that I...
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Well... that I'm a bit undercooked.
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I'm lazy, I play silly jokes & go over the top.
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& one of these days it's gonna get me killed,
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& that will be my lot!
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I suppose I'd leave you alone, after a while,
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but I'll lie in my bed, feeding my head,
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Until I become - fairly intelligent.
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100,000 people today were burned.
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I felt a pang of concern,
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- what are we waitin' for - a message of hope.
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- from the... POPE!
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I think he got shot as well!!!!
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When everyday of your life, seems the same
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- as the last,
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& you know who you're gonna meet
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- & what they're gonna ask
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then supposin' your legs just withered away
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& you had to somehow slide around on your
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backside - for the rest of your days.
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'Imagine'... that you're happy now.
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It's easy if you try - because we're all caught
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up in a mortifying loop - LIFE.
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Song Without An Ending
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