| It’s too bad if you hear the word
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| And decide that it’s all too absurd
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| Punch the air and believe it
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| When the crowd cries out its agreement
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| And if I get to heaven tomorrow
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| I will that it’s time I just borrowed
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| Then look the guard in the face
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| As he locks the keys away
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| Please, please, please, just before you go
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| Your glass is only half empty
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| But you’re full on so where is the show?
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| But you’re full on so where is the show?
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| And I counted all of the jars
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| And the labels told their names
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| And I counted all of the cars
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| Down the avenues and the lanes
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| And a light will shine on you
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| And deliver me the day
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| And I’ll dance between your feet
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| Down the avenues and the trees
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| Please, please, please, just before you go
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| Your glass is only half empty
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| But you’re full on so where is the show?
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| But you’re full on so where is the show?
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| I count hours, they’re only waiting
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| But in between you find something so real
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| You’re elated
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| Please, please, please, just before you go
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| Your glass is only half empty
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| But you’re full on so where is the show?
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| But you’re full on so where is the show? |