Humming to himself as he,
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Is thinking of his latest debts,
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Juggling some numbered thoughts,
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Wondering what might come next,
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And swears he won't,
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Ever stop,
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Unless he wants what
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She surely does not,
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Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
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They mind their manners but so do you,
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Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
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Humming to himself as he,
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Is thinking of his latest debts,
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Juggling some numbered thoughts,
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Wondering what might come next,
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And swears he's right,
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Though he's convinced himself it is,
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Working in an upscale place,
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She's thinking of her son's demise,
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On his epitaph a doctor's bill,
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She puts off for another time,
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And swears she won't,
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Ever stop,
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Unless she wants what
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She surely does not,
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Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
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They mind their manners but so do you,
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Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
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Not gonna see till my singing days are gone,
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Not gonna hear until the fires have burned on,
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Not gonna, no oh,
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Not gonna, no oh,
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Not gonna, no oh,
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Till the singing days are gone.
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The Great American Smokeout
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The Snake The Cross The Crown |