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Tim Vesely |
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(first two chori by Martin Tielli) |
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Two minds made him go. |
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One said, "Swim," |
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Said the other, "No way." |
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There's no unity when one side grows. |
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What's on the other side of the water? |
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Only Benjamin Heyward knows. |
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And they didn't say nothing 'bout calling the police. |
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(And) they didn't say nothing 'bout calling the cops. |
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(To the papers 'bout holding...) |
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And they didn't say much about anything at all. |
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At all, at all, at all. |
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(At all, at all, no way.) |
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(At all, at all, to me.) |
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They dragged the bottom of the lake. |
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Then they swore not to repeat that mistake. |
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One side they buried in the ground. |
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The other side they stapled up in public |
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For everyone to execrate. |
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"Sorry, Sergeant Soul Glue, |
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I appreciate your help. |
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I admit I'm guilty, |
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I am dead." |
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And they didn't say nothing 'bout calling the police. |
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And they didn't say nothing 'bout calling the cops. |
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(To the papers 'bout holding...) |
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And they didn't say much about anything at all. |
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At all, at all, to me. |
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Hey, hey, hey. My soul glue... |
