| He stands towering over me beside my bed
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| Losing his head
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| Tells me I must take him seriously
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| Droning on the usual way
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| He’s such a clever guy
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| And I wonder should I laugh or cry
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| He’s (he's) dressed (dressed) in
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| The striped pajamas that I bought
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| Trousers too short
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| Gives (gives) me (me) of his small philosophy
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| Carries on the way he does
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| And me I get so tired
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| And I wonder should I laugh or cry
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| High and mighty his banner flies
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| A fool’s pride in his eyes
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| Standin' there on his toes to grow in size
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| (All I see is)
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| All I see is a big balloon
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| Halfway up to the moon
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| He’s wrapped up in the warm and safe cocoon
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| Of an eternal lie
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| So should I laugh or cry
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| Strange (strange) how (how)
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| Dangerously indifferent I have grown
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| Cold as a stone
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| No (no) more (more) pain where there was pain before
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| Far away he rambles on, I feel my throat go dry
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| And I wonder should I laugh or cry
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| High and mighty his banner flies
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| A fool’s pride in his eyes
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| Standin' there on his toes to grow in size
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| (All I see is)
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| All I see is a big balloon
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| Halfway up to the moon
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| He’s wrapped up in a warm and safe cocoon
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| Of an eternal lie
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| So should I laugh or cry |