Good Times Lyrics

	I may be dressed as a doctor dear,
	But I'm not, I'm just acting up
	Got high hopes, a passing thought
	I may act like a bombardier
	But don't be fooled, cause my aim is off
	No need for alarm, I'll catch you next time
	I'd like to raise the Titanic here
	Take a walk, through it's molding streets
	And feel right at home, 'cause the dead don't talk
	It'd be so nice, if you weren't here
	Empty air, where you used to stand
	Like an empty plate, that gets bussed away

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