| Well, there’s certain things
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| That I learned from Jim
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| He’d always make sure I’d understand
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| That there is a certain way
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| That we all must swim
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| If we expect to live off
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| Of the fat of the land
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| But I ain’t gonna hear it said no more
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| There’s a certain thing
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| That I learned from my friend, Mouse
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| A man who never even blushes
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| That we must expect to always flush out our house
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| If we don’t want goin' 'round housing flushes
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| And I ain’t gonna hear it said no more
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| «Take care of all your memories»
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| Said Mick
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| «For you cannot relive them
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| Remember that when you’re out there
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| Tryin' to heal the sick
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| That you must always
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| First forgive them»
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| But I ain’t gonna hear it said no more
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| Open the door, Richard
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| I’ve heard it said before
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| And I ain’t gonna hear it said no more |