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CUT THE CA |
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KEWhen I heard the news |
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I nearly lost my breath |
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My heart stopped |
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And I held my chest |
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How could it be true, how could itbe true? |
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I bought ten copies of the paper |
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Tried to buy them all |
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But they wouldn't let me |
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How could it be true, how could itbe true? |
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Cut out the clip |
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And wallpapered my wall |
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I took it to work |
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To make copies so |
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I could paper thewhole house |
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How could it be true, how could itbe true? |
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I scanned it too |
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So I could show it to my out-of-townfriends |
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I wrote a letter to the editor |
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To give praise and a mention |
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To the names they forgot |
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And the answers they didn't question |
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And those answers they didn't question |
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So what's one to do |
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With all this fame and glory |
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Hire a PR firm |
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To tell the rest of the story |
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How could it be true, how could itbe true? |
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Write it down quick |
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So I can make the 4 o'clock news |
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I know it's only local |
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But if it's what they choose |
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We'll celebrate over dinner, |
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Maybe dancing too |
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How could it be true, how could itbe true? |
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Who cut the cake? |
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Without any warning |
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Who cut the cake? |
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With my special knife |
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Into tiny little pieces for every fella's wife |
