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Some things we simply must stand for. |
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Power goes to the chords and such |
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A stately whole note as yours |
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At least widely touted as such. |
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Some things we simply must stand for. |
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Power goes to the chords and such |
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A semi-precious half note as yours |
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At least highly regarded as such. |
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But Melanie 'went gold,' |
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She won't accept your best wishes anymore. |
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And Jennifer, your halter top... a consecrated altar, but |
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I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there |
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One-too-many times. |
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And what, specifically, about me made you choose |
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To occupy the most absent stage of beauty: |
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So complete, and so serene, and so sweet? |
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You'll be new at what you do for a long time. |
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Still, victory isn't mine. |
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I've traced your every move then erased them |
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With a cartographer's drunken haste. |
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You'll be new at what you do a long time. |
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Still, victory isn't mine. |
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I've traced your every move then erased them |
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With a cartographer's drunken haste. |
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But Melanie 'went gold,' |
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She won't accept your best wishes anymore. |
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And Jennifer, your halter top... a consecrated altar, but |
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I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there |
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One-too-many times. |
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And what, specifically, about me made you choose |
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To occupy the most absent stage of beauty: |
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So innocuous, so complete and so... |
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But Melanie 'went gold,' |
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She won't accept your best wishes anymore. |
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And Jennifer, your halter top... a consecrated altar, but |
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I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there |
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One-too-many times. |
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And what, specifically, about me made you choose |
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To occupy the most absent stage of beauty: |
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So innocuous, so complete and so sweet? |
