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My head is like an unblocked drain |
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My head is full of brains |
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My instincts are to kiss this train |
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I hear it coming |
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You're conscious says mind how you go |
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Your ________ still says no |
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Your morals ebb |
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Your morals flow |
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Your mouth is running |
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Though all the rules do not apply |
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And mine is not to reason why |
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Gone, gone, gone |
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My arms are like two shipyard crains |
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That may not work again |
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My fortunes wax |
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My fortunes wane |
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My sense is sundered |
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A carpet cheer |
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A cheerless heart |
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The path i darn not to jot |
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________ against not quite the parts |
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Someone has blundered |
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Though all the rules do not apply |
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And mine is not to reason why |
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Gone, gone, gone |
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To all this grand old scheme of things |
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To all the pain it brings |
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To all those who pull the strings |
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I bid good ridence |
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Surpass the time to call it a phrase |
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I meant a million was |
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To counterfit my solid days |
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And split the difference |
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Though all the rules do not apply |
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And mine is not to reason why |
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Though all the rules do not apply |
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And mine is not to reason why |
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Gone, gone, gone |
