| And it probably works to the better
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| That you’re there and I’m over here
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| Continentalistical prophilaxis
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| Courtesy of the great divide
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| History repeats itself
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| Fast forward through tragedy
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| 'Cause farce is waiting there for us
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| With open arms and guarantees
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| Of such ridiculosity
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| To make eyes roll and bowties spin
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| We’re the last to see
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| Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey-oo
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| And it doesn’t seem to get any better
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| Little action loads of talk
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| Time to step up to the plate and take your haggis like a man
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| Itself repeats history
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| Fast forward through tragedy
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| 'Cause farce is waiting there for us
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| With open arms and guarantees
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| Of such ridiculosity
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| And dignities in full retreat
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| We head up the ??
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| What the harm in stumbling
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| Blessed with two left feet
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| And as the cookie’s crumbling
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| It never tastes so sweet
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| Aoooooo
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| Pursuits of happiness
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| Mortal embarassments
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| History repeats itself
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| A man in decline
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| Will it ever or never get better?
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| Will it ever or never get better?
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| Can I tickle your ass with a feather?
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| Can we make up and make up forever?
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| Will it ever or never or ever or never
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| Or ever never ever or never get better? |