| Goodnight!
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| The day is done
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| And death awaits
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| Rest your head
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| In wavy sun
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| Come, take my hand
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| And sing along
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| The key of blue
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| This endless song
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| His face worn through
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| But worn with pride
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| He saved us all
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| With his hot suicide
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| It was such a gift
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| We thank you
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| From the bottom of our hearts
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| Now we’ll do our best
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| To play the parts
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| And he’s filled with magic
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| Yet he is also tragic too
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| And this, my friends, he knew
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| Fates left him with no lover
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| Still watching from eyes of others, ooh
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| It makes him feel like new
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| Oh what are we made of
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| And are we the forsaken few?
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| Just dust from the earth
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| And some heavenly puke as the glue
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| Now when’s it through?
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| Do you know what you are?
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| You tried to save the world?
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| Nothing is good or evil here.
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| We’re all just happy? |
| Heh-heh-heh
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| You know where you are?
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| What are we???
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| What are we made from?
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| What are we?
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| What are we made from?
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| What are we?
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| What are we made from?
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| What are we?
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| What are we?
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| And he’s filled with magic
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| Yet he’s also tragic too
|
| And this, my friends, he knew
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| Fate leaves him with no lover
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| Still watching from eyes of others
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| It makes him feel like new
|
| Oh what are we made of
|
| And are we the forsaken few?
|
| Just dust from the earth
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| And some heavenly puke as the glue
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| Now when’s it through?
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| Oh what are we made of
|
| And are we the forsaken few?
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| Just dust from the earth
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| And some heavenly puke as the glue
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| Now when’s it through? |