| Shall we agree that just this once
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| I’m gonna change my life
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| Until it’s just as tiny or important as you like?
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| And in time we won’t even recall that we spoke
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| Words that turned out to be as big as smoke
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| As smoke that disappears in the air
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| There’s always something that’s smoldering somewhere
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| I know it don’t make a difference to you
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| But oh! |
| It sure made a difference to me
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| You’ll see me off in the distance, i hope
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| At the other end
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| At the other end of the telescope
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| The promise of indulgence in my confidential voice
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| Approached immortal danger but you’ll never know how close
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| Then down the hall i overheard such a heavenly choir
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| They interrupted my evil designs
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| One day you are up in the clouds
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| The next thing you’re down with the Sweet Adelines
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| Lie down baby now don’t say a word
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| There there baby your vision is blurred
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| Your head is so sore from all of that thinking
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| I don’t want to hurt you now
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| But i think you’re shrinking
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| You’re half-naked ambition and you’re half out of your wits
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| Or several tiny fractions that this portrait still omits
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| And it’s so hard to pick the receiver up when i call
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| I never noticed you could be so small
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| The answer was under your nose but the question never arose
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| I know it don’t make a difference to you
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| But oh! |
| It sure made a difference to me
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| Cause late in the evening as i sit here moping
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| With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin
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| And the cast-iron heart that you failed to tear open
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| At the other end
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| At the other end of the telescope |