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He laughed at everything but the joke |
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Smoking that last cigarette refusing the blindfold |
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He made that kind of impression |
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Or was it nuisance, I don't know |
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Hopeless and romantic, drunk on the blood of love |
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A fool with intention though naturally blessed |
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His heart many times broken but never with regret |
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Always rash with wisdom outrageous and unkept |
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Talking like St.Francis in a very friendly woman's bed |
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With all the beauty, will all the beauty dug from the dirt |
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He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on earth |
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Possesed with vision, eclipsed by lust |
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He fell from grace with abandon but was lifted up |
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He always went for the Madonna who was somewhat of a whore |
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Or was it the whore who was some kind of Madonna |
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With all the beauty, will all the beauty dug from the dirt |
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He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on earth |
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Righteous and holy, righteous and holy as a junkyard sunflower |
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He was happy, he was happy, he was the happiest man on earth |
