| What a pity that there are no pirates
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| Brutal, bearded,
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| And no sea
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| We don't have it in the area.
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| Oh how cool it would be
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| Fight them to the death
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| Meet yourself on the mountain
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| Their black gun!
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| We don’t have a grandmother-hedgehog,
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| No nuclear bombing
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| Some bugs and lice
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| Yes, the HIV pandemic.
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| Weave a boring march
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| To our boring graves,
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| Thunderstorm will not stun
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| The brick will not fly.
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| Don't fall off the screws
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| glass skyscrapers,
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| The dead do not rise from the grave,
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| There's a maniac in the dispensary.
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| Let the city sleep peacefully
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| There are no pirates!
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| The statistics are harsh
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| Don't be embarrassed at all.
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| It's easier to choke on toffee
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| How to please the terrorists!
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| purely symbolic risk, and
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| More like a liver or a heart attack.
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| It is unlikely that tomorrow the towers will collapse,
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| Comets are unlikely to fall
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| How was yesterday
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| So will this one!
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| How noble, how bold -
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| Die in a duel
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| But the swords are tired
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| Honor and revenge are out of fashion.
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| What happiness is this:
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| In the mouth of a dinosaur
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| gnawed into pieces,
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| All saturated with saliva.
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| Lying with a clenched stomach
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| And you know that you are not in vain
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| Lived in the world, but hardly
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| T-Rex would have found me.
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| The fate that overtook him
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| In the meteor thick
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| And it's definitely better
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| Than volvulus.
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| It is unlikely that the tigers will tear to shreds,
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| Probably tubes in the mouth
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| Thirst for breath, heat of agony,
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| The couch has a grandson in an iPhone.
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| It's easier to choke on toffee
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| How to please the terrorists!
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| purely symbolic risk, and
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| More like a liver or a heart attack.
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| It is unlikely that tomorrow the towers will collapse,
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| Comets are unlikely to fall
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| How was yesterday
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| So will this one! |