My parents must've disliked me. They left me in the lurch
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Packed me in a basket which was left in a church
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It was found by a nun
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who took one peep and run
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screaming 'There's an eye in the middle of his head!'
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The man in charge reflected and then to me he said,
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'All men are born equal. You can earn your daily bread;
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Go now to the belfry
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where the bats are blind and can't see
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there's an eye in the middle of your head.'
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I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck;
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At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up
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But my forehead is quite smooth
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except for one circular groove
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and that's the eye in the middle of my head.
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Alpha
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| Procol Harum |
