| Finch: Now there you are;
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| Yes, there’s that face,
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| That face that somehow I trust.
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| It may embarrass you to hear me say it,
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| But say it I must, say it I must:
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| You have the cool, clear
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| Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth;
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| Yet there’s that upturned chin
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| And that grin of impetuous youth.
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| Oh, I believe in you.
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| I believe in you.
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| I hear the sound of good, solid judgment
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| Whenever you talk;
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| Yet there’s the bold, brave spring of the tiger
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| That quickens your walk.
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| Oh, I believe in you.
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| I believe in you.
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| And when my faith in my fellow man
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| All but falls apart,
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| I’ve but to feel your hand grasping mine
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| And I take heart; |
| I take heart
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| To see the cool, clear
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| Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth;
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| Yet, with the slam-bang tang
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| Reminiscent of gin and vermouth.
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| Oh, I believe in you.
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| I believe in you.
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| Executives: Gotta stop that man,
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| Gotta stop that man. |
| ..
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| Or he’ll stop me.
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| Big wheel, big beaver,
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| Boiling hot
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| With front office fever.
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| Gotta stop, gotta stop,
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| Gotta stop that man.
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| Finch: Oh, I believe in you.
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| Executives: Don’t let him be such a hero!
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| Finch: I believe in you.
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| Executives: Stop that man, gotta, stop it.
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| Finch: You!
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| Executives: Stop that man, gotta, stop it.
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| Finch: You!
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| Executives: Stop that man, gotta, stop that,
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| man! |