| If you fail to see a problem
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| Which I find hard to believe
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| Or if you’re hanging on from branches
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| Licking honey from the leaves;
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| You say, «The hopelessness of living…
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| And the childishness of suicide!»
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| But there’s a call to love my brother
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| That can never be destroyed
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| However much you talk…
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| However well you talk
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| You make a certain sense
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| But still it’s only stupid talk
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| However much I strut around…
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| However loud I sing
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| The shining One inside me won’t say anything
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| Oh, to want one thing!
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| Oh, to want one thing!
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| (Oh, the purity of heart)
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| Oh, to want one thing!
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| Oh, to want one thing!
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| And you’ll remind me how I said
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| You were a quiet bed in all my noise to rest…
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| Well, I was charming you at best
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| Can you remember, dear
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| My saying how my coming here was a terrible fall
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| As we crept like thieves along your bedroom hall?
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| I’d come down and touch your eyelids
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| But if you stay up too late
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| I’ll throw you back into the cupboard
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| With all the chipped and dirty plates
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| Like the carnival game with the bottleneck and rubber ring…
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| Where even if you win
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| Even then you don’t win
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| (All I want is to want one thing…) |