This stupid production is making me think
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That history's drawn in invisible ink
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Too many graves and not enough houses
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Not enough men and too many mouses
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We're wearing new rags and we fight over crude
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Not enough kind and too many rude
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Flashbulbs popping at the Wicked Parade
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Don't wake us up till we're all got it made
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Smile for the camera and raise your glass
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Pull up your socks till they cover your ass
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Say, "Goodbye"...
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No more mama's apple pie
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Damn the torpedoes and take a bow
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It'll always be now
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All the children say, "Wow"
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Say, "Goodbye"...
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No more mama's apple pie
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Covers are blown at the masquerade
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When the rain starts falling on the Wicked Parade
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Tell another lie hope you don't get caught
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But you better not cry when your soul's been bought
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Lifeboats floating out on the flood
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Blood's thicker water, love's thicker than blood
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Another bullet leaves another mother bereft
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And the sergeant says, "To the left!"
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Smile for the camera and raise your glass
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Pull up your socks till they cover your ass
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Say, "Goodbye"...
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No more mama's apple pie
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Damn the torpedoes and take a bow
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It'll always be now
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All the children say, "Wow"
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Say, "Goodbye"...
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No more mama's apple pie
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To the left!..
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Wow
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