| Man with Golden Helmet
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| Drinks water from the faucet
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| Man with Golden Helmet
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| Drinks water from the faucet
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| Stares across the hall
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| At the pictures on the wall
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| Of hieroglyphic scrawl
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| And no ones cares at all
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| That he is waiting
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| Man with Golden Helmet
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| Drinks water from the faucet
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| Man with Golden Helmet
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| Drinks water from the faucet
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| Walks on down the street
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| Leather boots, leather coat
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| Gloves of shining leather
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| Sidewalks and gutters and freezing weather
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| Empty streets full of no one
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| Man with Golden Helmet
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| Drinks water from the faucet
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| Man with Golden Helmet
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| Drinks water from the faucet
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| Plays with tiny children
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| On his way home from work
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| He doesn’t wear a smirk
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| He can’t revive it
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| Having different kinds of fun
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| With fourteen ancient nuns
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| Under circling sun
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| And his wonderful collection of guns
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| He’s the top man in the language department |