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You say that it's good reason, "an eye for an eye" |
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"A queer bird the fish, sir" must be my reply |
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For fresh meat and lodgings I'll stand by your side |
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If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride |
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All the days after, said all the days after |
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All the days after, let fortune decide |
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Always and after, sing, always and after |
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Death, debt or disaster, let fortune decide |
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When absurdity starts to make more or less sense |
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Embrace all your demons, then banish them hence |
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When clarity flows in the sweet by and by |
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And questions are answers, you'll know which is why |
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So, if you seek wisdom, I'll tell you once more |
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But if you want answers, you've got the wrong door |
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Ask me no questions and you'll get no surprise |
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"The truth is a cow, sir, that sceptics despise" |
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All the days after, said all the days after |
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All the days after, let nature decide |
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For always and after, sing, always and after |
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For lust, love and laughter, let nature decide |
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When absurdity starts to make more or less sense |
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Embrace all your demons, then banish them hence |
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When clarity flows in the sweet by and by |
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And questions are answers, you'll know which is why |
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Your lips on my own when they printed "farewell" |
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Had never been soiled by the beverage of hell |
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But they come to me now with the bacchanal sign |
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And the lips that taste liquor, they taste so divine |
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All the days after, said all the days after |
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All the days after, let wit be your guide |
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Oh, you may laugh sir, said oh you may laugh sir |
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For madman or master, let wit be your guide |
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When nonsense begins to make more or less sense |
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Life's riddles and puzzles, just banish them hence |
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When lucidity flows in the wink of an eye |
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And questions are answers, you'll know which is why |
