| my brother kicked his feet to sleep
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| my brother kicked his feet to sleep
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| my brother kicked his feet to sleep
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| and i sang the dirge song
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| my brother never missed a beat
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| my brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet
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| my brother kicked his feet to sleep
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| and i sang the dirge song
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| Angel, don’t you have some bagels in my oven?
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| Lady, don’t you know a man when you see one?
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| Crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you?
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| Kick you feet and calm the space that makes
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| you hollow
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| little swami’s got his bowl to eat
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| little swami always walks his beat, sweet feet
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| little swami’s got his bowl to eat
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| and i sing the dirge song
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| it’s amazing how they come to see
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| the little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet
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| the little swami only wears a sheet
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| and won’t sing the dirge song
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| anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart
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| put down your gun
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| we are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart
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| and take it slow |