| did the owners take you from the fair
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| when they saw it in your eyes
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| there was something in your movement
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| back in those days
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| when all the men wore hats
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| all the scandals made headlines after that
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| you passed quietly in the pasture
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| you were beautiful and natural
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| and that’s all i ever had to know
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| as the dumb actors read their lines
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| they knew you’d be happier on a farm
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| you were real and the western town was not
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| you kicked him off the first time you heard the gun sounds
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| i heard they chased the lemmings off the ledge
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| saw that film not long after you were dead
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| the night the writers joined the union
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| i bet you never really understood
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| i tell you now, be glad you never would
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| the whole thing makes me sick for the future
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| may the glory of your picture always be
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| the only thing i ever see
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| the only pool i ever swim in |