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Don't place your bets on me just yet |
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I'm only half-way home. |
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This racket takes it's toll |
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My scams are smooth and cold. |
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I'm bathing in a fountain |
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And I'm not getting old. |
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I crave to catch an edge; |
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Break bones and cartilage. |
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Send back the architects of Carthage |
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Take down the flag |
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Forget the pledge. |
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I'm only half-way home. |
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Puff out your chest and step to the sun |
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Its done its best to burn everyone |
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Whose gotten half-way home. |
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Cut me in 2 3 |
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1 2 save, 1 2 waste, and 1 2 eat. |
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I cut myself in 3 |
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1 4 us, 1 4 them, and 1 4 me. |
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Drinking pots of coffee |
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Till every drop is gone. |
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Painting a portrait |
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Of Ponce deLeon |
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Out of clipped nail |
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From the hands and the feet |
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Of every lost and stubborn soul |
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I hope to ever meet. |