| Drifting on rescue, parade through the town square.
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| Waving to the families of victims of the flood.
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| Straddling the front door of a catholic orphanage.
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| I decorated it myself.
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| Thank you, you’re too much.
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| Honestly, it was nothing.
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| We should all just thank god I’m alive.
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| Don’t shout I get a little confused sometimes.
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| I can’t make out a word you’re saying.
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| I’ve got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head.
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| Can’t it wait.
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| I’m on call to be somewhere.
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| Somewhere I’m not.
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| In case the cleaning lady has found my head.
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| Forgive my delay lieutenant, I’m the man the whole country requires.
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| Take your gun out of my mouth.
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| You are ruining my appetite.
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| Get your bear trap off of my neck.
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| I’m already running late.
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| You’re distress is confounding the tightrope walker.
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| Just so we’re clear, you’re saying we’re all lost.
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| Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing.
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| Oh, the way that we moved had every marauder curious.
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| Sniffing at the trash in our shoes.
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| Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears.
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| I don’t miss that much about anything you said.
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| After all, we’ve never met.
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| I’ll get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon. |