Mr. Merry cries in his coffin
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For days he says he can remember
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And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
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Of a beautiful purple mountain
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From every walk of life we've come to see the Last Great American
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May I now present you the speaker,
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¡±Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold¡¦
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He had a how do you say, ethical like sense¡±
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That's when the President started to giggle
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And the children gave the blessing
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Though the service weren't half done
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Each of them sued the other one
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For the Last great American
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Merry reaches up, we bow our heads
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He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read
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Here lies our Merry
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The man with the heart so spent
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That in this day and age
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Is sick of living
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And judges argue letters
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Fabric comes undone
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For every daughter every son
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Of the Last great American¡¦
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For every daughter every son
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Of the Last great American¡¦
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The Last Great American
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Five For Fighting |