| As a kid, he was weird like that
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| You mother did not resort to tarot
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| And saw far into the future
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| And he cried with joy:
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| My son will watch the awesome country
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| Advice to ask
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| He will go down in history, spread it to everyone
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| Good news
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| The world is cold and man is a catala
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| So his father taught
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| And if luck is long then it is low
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| And later you find it a lie
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| He was sure you wouldn't have anything else
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| Secretly from the father in the corner closet
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| He made a blood oath with himself
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| He whispered I want, I want
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| I want a reputation for glory
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| And that I'm being listened to
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| I still drink the best wines
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| I invent and create worlds
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| And to see me comes the mighty land
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| Advice to ask
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| I will stay in history, I will spread
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| Good news
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| So he is wise and so is he
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| Doesn't leave a single cold
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| Him if the anger is stiff and tense
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| And needs a vacation or a massage
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| So the chorus shouts and it just grows
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| He can already check his rates
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| He says: I will find and heal your faults
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| If you say I want to, I want to
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| As a kid, he was weird like that
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| You mother did not resort to tarot
|
| And saw far into the future
|
| And he cried with joy:
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| My son will watch the awesome country
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| Advice to ask
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| He will go down in history, spread it to everyone
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| Good news
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| He will go down in history, spread it to everyone
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| Good news |