| I was standing still
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| By the window sill
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| I was thinking about my honey
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| I’d been thrown for a loop
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| When he’d flown the coop
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| With my best friend, my car and my money
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| They were found one day
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| In a heap of clay
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| A tragic and sad, sad story
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| I stayed home and cried
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| Till the doctor arrived
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| With his Lilly One-Ten-One-Forty™
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| Woe was me
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| I was wallowing in misery
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| Gone astray
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| Till that little pill saved the day
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| One day side by side
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| Dr. Weiss and I
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| Were working on my depression
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| When my wayward past
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| Returned home at last
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| And burst in on our session
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| What an awful scen
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| When the coroner cam
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| To collect the good doctor’s body
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| Took him several trips
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| As I sealed my lips
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| With some Lilly One-Ten-One-Forty™
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| Lilly One-Ten-One-Forty™
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| Woe was me
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| I was wallowing in misery
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| Glory be
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| When that little pill set me free
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| Sometimes I dream of an island grove
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| Or drifting alone on the bay
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| Sometimes I lie on a sunlight cove
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| As my sorrows melt away
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| Now the trial was short
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| For my day in court
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| And I stood to hear the sentence
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| But the judge was kind
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| And he judged my mind
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| To be both non compis and non mentis
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| So he closed the book
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| Let me off the hook
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| With a stern and judicious warning
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| Then the bailiff came by
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| With a ten-year supply
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| Of Lilly One-Ten-One-Forty™
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| Lilly One-Ten-One-Forty™
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| Sometimes I dream of an island breeze
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| Blowing the face of the sand
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| Sometimes I’m watching the island trees
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| As the tension leaves my hand
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| So whether young or old
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| If I may be bold
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| You can learn something from my story
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| When you need a lift
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| You just take the fifth
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| With some Lilly One-Ten-One-Forty™
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| Woe was me
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| I was heading straight for infamy
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| Glory be
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| When that little pill set me free |