<< The Fall Of The World's Own Optimist >>
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--- Aimee Mann
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There's no charity in you
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and that surprises me
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I guess I thought you were a golden idol
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cause I called you majesty
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on the balustrade
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you watched me hunt for tips I was obliged to pick up
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from the passing trade
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Hey, kids--look at this
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it's the fall of the world's own optimist
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I could get back up if you insist
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but you'll have to ask politely
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cause the eggshells I've been treading
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couldn't spare me a beheading
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and I'll know I had it coming
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from a Caesar who was only slumming
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Hey, kids--look at this
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it's the fall of the world's own optimist
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Well, I could have objections
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which you could override
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but what's the point--we're only flogging the horse
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when the horseman has up and died
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once I testified
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and swore I'd never leave a stone unturned--
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I bet you're really glad that I lied
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Hey, kids--look at this
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it's the fall of the world's own optimist
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I could get back up if you insist
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but you'll have to ask politely
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cause the eggshells I've been treading
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couldn't spare me a beheading
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and I'll know I had it coming
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from a Caesar who was only slumming
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Hey, kids--look at this
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it's the fall of the world's own optimist
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Hey, kids--look at this
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it's the fall of the world's own optimist
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I could get back up if you insist
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but you'll have to ask politely
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yes, you'll have to ask politely
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yes, you'll have to ask
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The Fall of the World's Own Optimist
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| Aimee Mann |
