In a garden
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Stands a statue
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Of the man who won the war
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His expression
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Tender yearning
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Every nation near and far
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Oh, sad and ancient father, sweet as honey, tough as leather
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Running down the hill on Christmas day
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I am an ape
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I stand and wait
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A masterpiece
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A hairy beast
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I move so fast
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I take a chance
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Come up close
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I'm not a ghost
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Navigator
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When you wake up
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And you step outside your door
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Shoes and panties
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Washed and folded
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Taking off your dirty clothes
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This garden tells a story, amber close-up, faded glory
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Running through the streets on Christmas day
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I am an ape
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I stand and wait
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A masterpiece
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A hairy beast
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Try not to laugh
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Just take a chance
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I visited
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Inside your head
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If you trespass,
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In this garden
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To a place you should not go
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If you step out
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From the shadows
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See the city fall in awe
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I am an ape
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I stand and wait
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A masterpiece
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A hairy beast
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No need to hide
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Come inside
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I will not last
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I too shall pass
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I Am An Ape
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| St. Vincent |
