Our brush with success first came
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When we sold everything in a buyer's market
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Cling cling went the change in our pockets
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Away it went when we bought the rockets
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I took aim, my fire wasn't friendly
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Everything was welcome, the people played a medley for me
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Trick writers of the world, most hilarious
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They're bad, embarrassingly so
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They got theirs when I launched what was mine
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Which at the time seemed plenty and appropriate
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Cut to us not sitting or standing
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Stood up, still small, with our six knees on
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A demand exists for something golden and breathy
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Demanded of something neither golden nor breathy
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So please
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Ignore
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This plea
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Made for a republic
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Even I won't recognize
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Song About Disappointment
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| Destroyer |
