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Please trip them gently they don't like to fall Oh by jingo |
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There's no room for anger we're all very small Oh by jingo |
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We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies from paradise |
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But they think that we're holding a secretive ball |
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Won't someone invite them |
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They're just taller children that's all after all |
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Man is an obstacle sad as the clown Oh by jingo |
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So hold on to nothing and he won't let you down Oh by jingo |
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Some people are marching together and some on their own |
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Quite alone |
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Others are running the smaller ones crawl |
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But some sit in silence they're just older children |
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That's all after all |
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I sing with impertinence shading impermanent chords |
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With my words |
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I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called |
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But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all after all |
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After all after all |
