| Into tomorrow I’ll come marching
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| heavenly riding on the shoulders of life
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| I’ve got a monument
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| a man made structure of achievment
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| That I threw in the bin
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| There’s no connection to the past or future
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| of failures of to be reckoning with
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| «In 15 minutes» is a long time
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| make it a long time out in the sun
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| I’m a Puddinghead
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| Feet in the water
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| I can gain your intrest
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| and hold it there with all of my might
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| I am a tiny little flame
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| I’m a Puddinghead
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| I don’t really care about her anymore
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| All the boys aren’t necessary
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| I don’t really care for her at all
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| I’ve got a name for all you badass motherfuckers
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| I don’t even want you to hear
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| you’ve probably fallen to her deep, deep pit of despair
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| If you want to know what is wrong with me
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| I’m a Puddinghead
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| I’ve got a pudding for a head |