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Too much of nothing |
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Can make a man feel ill at ease |
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One man's temper rises |
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While another man's temper might freeze |
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Now it's at the day of confession |
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That we cannot mock a soul |
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Oh, when there's too much of nothing |
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No one has control |
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Say hello to Valerie |
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Say hello to Vivian |
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Give her all my salary |
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On the waters of oblivion |
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Well, it's too much of nothing |
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Can cause a man to weep |
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He can walk the streets like boast like most |
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But he'd like to keep |
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But it's all been done before |
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It's all been written in the book |
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And when there's too much of nothing |
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Nobody should look |
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Say hello to Valerie |
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Say hello to Vivian |
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Give her all my salary |
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On the waters of oblivion |
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And too much of nothing |
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Can make a man a liar |
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It can cause a man to sleep on nails |
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It can cause others to eat fire |
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Everybody's doin' somethin' |
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I heard it in a dream |
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Oh, when there's too much of nothing |
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It just makes a fella mean |
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Say hello to Valerie |
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Say hello to Vivian |
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Give her all my salary |
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On the waters of oblivion |
