| When I tip-toed down to see the somebody
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| Shocked the somebody was me
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| That’s the silliest thing I’ve heard
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| Things get wierder every day
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| But truth it stays
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| I’ll eat the horse if the horse eats hay
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| Went out drinking and
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| Had a few
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| Lord only knows what I
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| Said to you
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| In a smoky bar downtown
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| People swirling all around
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| Everyone starts to look the same
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| If you softly whisper their name
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| In a smoky bar downtown
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| The longer the hesitation
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| The smaller the celebration
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| A guide to our salvation
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| The problem with solutions
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| Read a book and thought of you
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| Thought of all the things I don’t do
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| Doing do not doing say
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| Sometimes words just sound like noise
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| Other times noise makes the prettiest sounds
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| And noise it gets around
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| I am lost and I am found
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| When I tip-toed down to see
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| The somebody
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| Shocked the somebody was me
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| That’s the silliest thing I’ve heard
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| Things get weirder everyday
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| But weirder all truths stay
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| I’ll eat the horse if the horse eats hay
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| The longer the hesitation
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| The smaller the celebration
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| A guide to our salvation
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| The problem with solutions |