| Hello
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| We are about to begin a little excursion if you will
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| Down into the depths
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| Plunging downward, down
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| Into what appears to be a bottomless pit
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| So now as we go, and going we might
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| Inviting ourselves to see some sights
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| Good luck
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| Down, down we fall
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| What will become of it all
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| And falling we fall
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| And fall, fall, fall
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| Looking cute like a storybook for you to look at
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| So now here we are and are here we is
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| Walking like cows and mammals of showbiz
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| The lifestyles of the bizarre and neurotic
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| Look, donuts and crackers
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| And paper cups to drink juice out of
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| This is de life
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| Yeah, but what about the strife
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| The pain and sufferage and all that ruffage
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| You mean them blues
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| You know what I’m talking about
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| Well I’ve had dem blues since I don’t know when
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| Looks like I’ve got dem blues again
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| Dem blues, dem blues
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| Dem blues, dem blues
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| I really don’t know what I’m after
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| You’re stepping on the crackers
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| I’m really feeling kind of loose
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| Would you like some juice
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| Dem blues will make me sad
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| Dem blues will make me mad
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| But dem blues, dem blues is all I have ever really had
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| That’s sad
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| You know fame means nothing to me
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| Fortune even less
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| You ain’t no donut
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| You know I only wanted to be a lover
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| Instead of a pest
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| What was that test you failed
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| And when my eyes turn inward knowing
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| I find myself beginning to
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| Sing dem blues, dem blues
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| Dem blues, dem blues
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| Dem damn blues
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| You’ve made crumbs of a lot of crackers
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| Hey what’s that
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| Looks like some kind of squiggly thing
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| Why it’s the most fascinating thing to be just floating around
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| Well don’t get carried away |