| Some people sent me a circular letter
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| Explaining how their ideas were better
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| And asking me to join their gang
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| They said they were select
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| So many people they reject
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| I read it carefully to give them a chance
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| Looked like instructions for a new kind of dance
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| With mystical innuendos
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| Most confusing
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| But quite amusing
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| So many different kinds of club to join
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| So many versions of the same old coin
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| Do what you like with your convictions
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| I believe them all
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| But if I don’t t answer when you call
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| Guess I’ll be up against that wall again and again
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| Here comes that postman again
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| Another invitation
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| Uh, this ones really cute
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| It says Ў°surrender or we shoot'
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| So I’m sending this salute
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| Cause I’m a member too of any circle
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| That belongs to you
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| Making a circle is just drawing a line
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| Around some space any time and place
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| Just add the details of your face
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| It’s hallo sparrow paradoxical
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| Oh so auto tautological
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| Maybe vaguely ecological too, oo poop pee do
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| Home brewed, half nude terminology
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| Private, drive it yourself mythology
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| Everybody needs some ology now…
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| Here comes the same thing again and again
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| Oo ee here comes that postman again
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| With another invitation, this one’s really cute
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| It says surrender or we shoot"
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| So I’m sending this salute
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| Remember to stand at attention |