| Baseball bats beckoning a troubled past
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| But you came and you killed as you pleased
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| At long last and i hope you had a blast
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| 'Cause you came and you killed as you pleased
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| When we get old we’ll do well I’m told and we’ll quit the games
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| When we get cold it’s a sight to behold as we watch the flames
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| Dilettante and an idiot savant
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| We’d be pleased if you’d please just allay
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| Idly flaunt all the houses you will haunt
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| 'Cause it’s all soon to be demode
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| When we get old we’ll do well I’m told and we’ll quit the games
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| When we get cold it’s a sight to behold as we watch the flames
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| When we get old we’ll do well I’m told and we’ll quit the games
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| When we get cold it’s a sight to behold as we watch the flames
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| At the king’s request not a minute I could rest
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| But I’m slain at your knees can’t you see
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| It’s a common pest one of knowledge and of zest
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| But the same it’s a plain malady
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| When we get old we’ll do well I’m told and we’ll quit the games
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| When we get cold it’s a sight to behold as we watch the flames
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| When we get cold it’s a sight to behold as we watch the flames |