| I know that I should think about giving
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| And think about
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| Helping out
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| And think about
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| Think about living
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| But I can’t seem to rescue myself
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| I know that I should think about giving
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| And think about
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| Helping out
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| And think about
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| Think about living
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| But I can’t seem to rescue myself
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| What about my bank account
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| And my holy desert shield
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| That keep me dry under that arms?
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| Flags and mental jewelry’s all I know
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| And they keep me happy and warm inside
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| So I said unto this man
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| «Who are you and where do you come from?»
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| And he proceeded to tell me many, many, many, many, many, many, many things
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| But I said nothing at all
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| For the flower in the corner, by the room
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| In the window, and the sun
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| Said it all
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| What about my bank account
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| And my holy desert shield
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| That keep me dry under that arms?
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| Flags and mental jewelry’s all I know
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| And they keep me happy and warm inside
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| At least they said they would
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| Said they could
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| Mama Said they would
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| Do me good
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| I know that I should think about giving
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| And think about
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| Helping out
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| And think about
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| Think about living
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| But I can’t seem to rescue myself |