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He's over the woods and through the trees. |
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He catches the crooks & kills the thieves & afterwards he laughs. |
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He cracked the plot of the evil man. |
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At the sight of his face the henchmen ran |
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& afterwards he laughed. |
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& Oh what a silly world it is... |
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With no superheroes born to it. |
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He's off the hook & fancy free. |
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He can't see the forest for the trees. |
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At life's allure, he laughs. |
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But soon, he sees the hill. |
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Retreat, retreat, retreat until he passes past the past. |
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& Oh what a silly world it is... |
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To be so miserable over something inane as this. |
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He's out for good & off the pills. |
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He can't pay rent, but better still he'd rather have a laugh. |
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But soon he sees the hole. |
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Defeat, defeat, defeat. |
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Your role was not to be the man. |
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& Oh what a silly world it is... |
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But still, & against his will he is born to it. |
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& all he'll ever know |
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the roses and rainbows |
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& never knowing what he had. |
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another night another time... |
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& oh, you'll never know the way the old men go. |
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To see it all so uniform, to be wise beyond your years. |
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So smell the rose, you'll see it grow. |
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Make love to those be friend or foe. |
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Get up & go, the rooster crows. |
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& touch your toes - just like so. |
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Your life's a boat - you have to row |
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Collect and stow the things that glow |
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& write these things down all in prose. |
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Tomorrow's never there until you are. |
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So a silly world it is... |
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But still every single day how we are born to it. |
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So what a silly world it is... |
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But still every day you should know you aren't bored of it. |