| You’d think that nothing could erase
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| Like rubber bullets well your right
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| I’ve got a lead one in my hand
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| It won’t erase a word I write
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| You are the keeper of the flame
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| You are the flame the keeper keeps
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| You are the kingdom of a god
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| Whose statue on occasion weeps I hate when sitting down to eat
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| Waiters who serve you with a writ
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| You better believe it
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| What say you I go out the door
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| What say you I come in again
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| What say you write to me in Braille
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| What say you use a ball point pen
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| Proof of the pudding is I’m told
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| Not in the eating but the place
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| Place being where it is put before
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| Before you get it in your face I’ll do whatever I don’t want
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| I’ll smoke as long as I see fit
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| You better believe it I read a book about a man
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| A protestant no less
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| Dreamt he woke up a catholic
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| Scared himself to death
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| Give me one reason to support
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| One reason to support one thing
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| Give me your Rolex or your life
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| Or else the trainers you are in
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| I think I am so
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| I must be I am I think a walking gag
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| I hate potatoes with my chips
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| Unless of course there in a bag
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| I’d love you even if at times
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| At times I wish I never did
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| You better believe it
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| You better believe it |