| All points are placed, everything is in place.
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| Tomorrow is like a phrase, in just a few words.
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| And you can have fun with a rhetorical question.
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| But at dusk some gray shadow
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| Inevitably crawls out of corners and crevices,
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| Tormenting my soul with a cold sentence!
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig!
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, just a well-fed pig!
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| I'm lying in a dirty puddle, but don't touch me,
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| After all, this puddle is mine.
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig,
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| Just a well-fed pig, I'm lying in a dirty puddle,
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| But don't touch me.
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| Fat, lazy, gray cat
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| Depravedly crawls on my knees.
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| She's not exactly like you!
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| And the bitterness of loss is a subjective whim;
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| After all, if you don’t buy, you will definitely sell.
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| I know I'm calm, everyone is like me!
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig!
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, just a well-fed pig!
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| I'm lying in a dirty puddle, but don't touch me,
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| After all, this puddle is mine.
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig,
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| Just a well-fed pig, I'm lying in a dirty puddle,
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| But don't touch me.
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| A well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig!
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, just a well-fed pig!
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| I'm lying in a dirty puddle, but don't touch me,
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| After all, this puddle is mine.
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| Yes, I am a well-fed pig, yes, I am a well-fed pig,
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| Just a well-fed pig, I'm lying in a dirty puddle,
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| But don't touch me. |