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Not everything must end |
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Not every romance must descend |
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Not every lover's pact decays |
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Not every sad mistake replays |
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If you can love my growing gut |
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My rotten teeth and greying hair |
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Then I can guarantee |
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I'll do The same as long as you can bear |
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If you love my little poofy hands |
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My skinny arms and reeking feet |
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The way I dance, the way |
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I eat If you love the morning spots |
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I try And squeeze before you're up to see |
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Each torn ankle, each weak knee |
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But still my moods must swing |
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To solitude |
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I must still cling |
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And you won't love me every day |
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And suffer many a display |
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But plates may smash and doors may slam |
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My comments may be less than kind |
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But that won't mean |
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I've changed my mind |
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I'm a huffy prick the best of times |
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I love to sulf and shout and squeal |
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But please don't doubt the way |
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I feel Cause when the |
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Sun burns up the earth |
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Our progeny will raise a can |
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Here's to where it all began |
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And every day |
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I hear the world |
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Is cracking up, the end is near |
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I hear we all should live in fear |
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Bullies, burglers, paedophiles |
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Bird flu and passive smoke (They're coming!) |
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Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves |
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Heart disease and strokes (They're coming!) |
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Terrorists with homemade poisons |
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And factions everywhere (They're coming!) |
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They're drinking in the street |
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And they could steal your name |
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And I don't care! |
