| We had fun making it for you
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| And hey, maybe it could’ve been better
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| But that may may or not be true (may or not be true)
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| 'Cause t’was the best we could do in the time allotted
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| We scrimped and we saved, we planned and we plotted
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| We crossed all the T’s, the I’s we had dotted
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| Some lyrics me lost but here’s what we jotted
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| The fruit that we grew, so quickly it rotted
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| The gnats that soon came we heftily swatted
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| The sweat from our heads, the ink that had blotted
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| There’s too many rhymes and we shouldn’t have started
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| (Shit is about to go down)
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| Best we could do
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| In the time allotted
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| The Best That We Could Do
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| The Best That We Could Do
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| The Best That We Could Do
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| The Best That We Could Do
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| Freedom!
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| — Oh, that’s… that’s it. |
| There is no bridge
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| Ehm… You guys know that you called me to sing the…
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| I’m the bridge guy… And you didn’t build that bridge…
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| The same fucking thing the whole fucking time!
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| Just bullshit!
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| Call the bridge guy and don’t even give him a fucking bridge!
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| Fuck! |
| Fucking shit!
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| Build a fucking bridge!
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| The Best That We Could Do
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| The Best That We Could Do
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| The Best That We Could Do
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| The Best That We Could Do |