| It meant a lot to me then
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| It matters less to me now
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| And any pleasure derived
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| Was knowing that they’d never feel as good
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| As a badge pinned on a thrift store coat
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| That smelled of sauerkraut and cloves
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| An angry customer’s face
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| Confused because they didn’t get their way
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| Is something they would never allow
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| But they have to allow
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| Because this pitiful exchange
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| Will be the sole high point of our day
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| I guess I’ll keep on chuckling
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| 'Til there’s no more breath in my lungs
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| And it really doesn’t matter at all
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| Ha ha
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| War and rumors of war
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| Clouds of poison in the sky
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| And poison in the soil
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| Oh Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke
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| It meant a lot to me then
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| It matters less to me now
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| All calls are answered
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| It’s no bother, I just wanted to talk
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| To the direct marketer
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| From Bangalore or was it Mahabalipuram?
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| He tried to sell me on a credit card
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| I asked about the weather and whether his life was hard
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| You say your name is Lazlo?
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| I don’t think that is true
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| Because Yar, I know a Lazlo
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| And he doesn’t sound half as smart as you
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| I guess I’ll keep on chuckling
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| 'Til there’s no more breath in my lungs
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| And it really doesn’t matter at all
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| Ha ha
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| War and rumors of war
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| Clouds of poison in the sky
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| And poison in the soil
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| Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke
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| War and rumors of war
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| Clouds of poison in the sky
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| And poison in the soil
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| Lord, how I wish there was a better ending to this joke |