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Do you really think that you deserve to pass |
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Said the angel to our hero at the last |
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If you give me but a moment to explain |
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I can prove my life hasn't been in vain |
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It's true I may have lied to wriggle free |
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Of many of my life's little awkward situations |
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The lives I've touched are frivolous or few |
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A savoir I've been called, and it's justified, it's true |
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Please, sir |
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If you let me in I'll prove sir |
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I'll fight by tooth and nail |
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By crook by crook to dispel |
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Fight by tooth and nail |
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By crook by crook to dispel |
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All these myths and fabrications, fables |
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How I've changed, oh how I've changed, oh please, sir |
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A crowd was gathering outside the gates |
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And Ross' tales made them gawk and gape |
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Riddles told of travels, tales of grace |
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From tears of joy, smiles, on every waiting face |
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Illustrious his stories to the end |
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The people gathered round their effervescent friend |
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As heaven's gates swung to let him in |
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He e'en crossed his fingers and allowed himself a grin |
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Please, sir |
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If you let me in I'll prove sir |
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I'll fight by tooth and nail |
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By crook by crook to dispel |
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Fight by tooth and nail |
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By crook by crook to dispel |
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All these myths and fabrications, fables |
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How I've changed, oh how I've changed, oh please, sir |
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All these myths and fabrications, fables |
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How I've changed, oh how I've changed, oh please, sir |
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All these myths and fabrications, fables |
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How I've changed, oh how I've changed |
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Please, sir |
