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I'm quite contented to take my chances |
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Against the Guildensterns and Rosenkrantzes |
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It's a matter of Cain and Abel |
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And I can feel your knee underneath the table |
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He doesn't dangle by the Seraphim |
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He only wants a pretty face by him |
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So how could you want him |
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When you know you could have me? |
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See the pigeons peck and peck to pay the dues |
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But they peck a little extra to resole their shoes |
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He's with the pigeons, pecking crumbs |
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I'm on my deathbed bleeding with the Cherubims |
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He doesn't dangle by the Seraphim |
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He only wants a pretty face by him |
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So how could you want him |
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When you know you could have me? |
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Ferocious angels send me falling stars |
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But I know just how dangerous wishes are |
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Ferocious angels watch me come and go |
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But I'm not too smart |
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To go barging off of roof tops though, no |
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Sit out September on a window sill |
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'Cause you can't drink wine from a two dollar bill |
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Saint Christopher lives on the end of a quill |
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Leave him a diamond in your last will |
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He doesn't dangle by the Seraphim |
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He only wants a pretty face by him |
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So how could you want him |
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When you know you could have me? |
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How could you want him |
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When you know you could have me? |
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How could you want him |
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When you know you could have me? |
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How could you want him |
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When you know you could have me? |
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How could you want him |
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When you know you could have me? |
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You could have me |
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You could have me |
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You could have me |
