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It's too bad if you hear the word |
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And decide that it's all too absurd |
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Punch the air and believe it |
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When the crowd cries out its agreement |
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And if I get to heaven tomorrow |
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I will that it's time I just borrowed |
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Then look the guard in the face |
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As he locks the keys away |
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Please please please |
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Just before you go |
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Your glass is only half empty |
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But you're full on so where is the show |
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But you're full on so where is the show |
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And I counted all of the jars |
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And the labels told their names |
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And I counted all of the cars |
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Down the avenues and the lanes |
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And a light will shine on you |
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And deliver me the day |
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And I'll dance between your feet |
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Down the avenues and the trees |
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Please please please |
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Just before you go |
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Your glass is only half empty |
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But you're full on so where is the show |
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But you're full on so where is the show |
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I count hours: they're only waiting |
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But in between you find something so real |
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You're elated |
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Please please please |
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Just before you go |
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Your glass is only half empty |
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But you're full on so where is the show |
