| My friend Dan, he was a courteous man.
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| There wasn’t much he didn’t understand.
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| He stood on the fringe of death;
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| all because the bad Macbeth,
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| the lilac hand of menthol Dan.
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| Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan.
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| Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan
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| We met Beth, she was a friend of mine.
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| She intreduced him to a life of crime.
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| He stood on a burning bridge;
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| all because he stole a fridge,
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| the lilac hand of menthol Dan.
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| Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
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| you’ve got the face of an angel
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| but your mine of a man.
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| Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
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| you’ve got the face of an angel
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| but your mine of a man.
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| Dan was goosed from his more nasty self.
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| He found the whole of life
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| and through it, he fell.
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| Deep into the hour of truth
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| Owned a house with a purple roof.
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| the lilac hand of menthol Dan.
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| Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
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| you’ve got the face of an angel
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| but your mine of a man.
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| Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
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| you’ve got the face of an angel
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| but your mine of a man.
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| Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
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| you’ve got the face of an angel
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| but your mine of a man. |