| In walked a man in the shape of a man
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| Holding a hat-shaped hat
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| And he held up two fingers and said how many fingers?
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| And i said, peace man, that’s where it’s at
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| I said, you are what you do in order to
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| Prevent becoming what you’re busy not doing
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| And if you do do it truly
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| And you arrive at it newly
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| Then in the end you are absolved
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| And the problem of heaven is solved
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| And the man broke into a smile
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| Like he was breaking into song
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| And he was broken and smiling and I was singing along
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| And we compleed agreetly about most things
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| 'til the sun set sweetly like it does in those paintings
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| The ones they hang in the hotel rooms
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| The ones they bolt to the walls
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| As though anyone would want to steal them at all
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| And we talked like children without breathing
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| Until i stopped this lady as she was leaving
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| And i said, excuse me
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| But do you know what time it would be
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| If we were on mars?
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| And she held up her hand
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| She held up both hands
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| Right up over her head
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| (like a crossing guard stopping the cars)
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| And she said
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| Five in the morning
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| In walked a man in the shape of a man holding a hat-shaped hat |