I was walking through the country
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And passing through lovely scenery
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When I came upon some rotting remains
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And though the carcass was wormy
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Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning
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And if I try hard I think that I will see
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Some good behind all of this ugly
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When my job was garbageman
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I'd go out and empty the garbage cans
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And I'd come upon some rotting remains
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But we'd drive them outside town
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And fill the land, and make hills that you could walk around on
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And if I try hard I think that I will see
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Some good behind all of this ugly
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If I were born as a vulture
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I'd fly out and circle high in the air
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And I'd look out for rotting remains
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And if they weren't quite dead yet
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A little bite would help things so I could get started
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And if I try hard I think that I will see
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Some good behind all of this ugly
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All Of This Ugly
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