| Oh, I for one may not shy
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| Away from the fact that I’m sick
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| And too tired to stand this
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| It all seems contagious
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| I know a few would back that up
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| Can’t say a few is not enough
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| To skip a beat in this motion sickness
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| I’d second that emotion
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| Our state
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| Our state
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| Our state of grace is gone
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| Our state
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| Our state
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| Our state of grace is gone
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| Oh, I for one don’t want to die
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| Old and in the way from poison
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| 'Cause I hate the taste of medicine
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| We all hate the taste of medicine
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| I know a few would back that up
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| Can’t say a few is not enough
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| To skip a beat in this motion sickness
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| I’d second that emotion
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| Our state
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| Our state
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| Our state of grace is gone
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| Our state
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| Our state
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| Our state of grace is gone away
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| Our state of grace is crumbling
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| I fear we’re good for nothing
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| And simply disintegrating into the terra firma
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| Our state
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| Our state
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| Our state of grace is gone
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| Our state
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| Our state
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| Our state of grace is gone
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| May we combine tradition
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| Science and innovation
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| To benefit what’s ailing
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| Our state of grace is gone |