| There may be an «om"in moment
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| But there’s very few folk in focus-
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| Not the first, not the last, not the least
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| You needn’t be well to be wealthy
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| But you’ve got to be whole, to be Holy
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| Fetch the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest.
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| Oh this planet of ours is a mess
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| I bet Heaven’s the same
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| Look, the madman said, «Son, as a friend
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| Tell me what’s in a name?»
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| Hallowed by thy name
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| I give you the state of statesmen
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| And the key to what motivates them
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| On the left, on the right, on the nail.
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| Sill I don’t see a man in a mansion
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| That an accurate pen won’t puncture
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| Go to town, go to Hell, go to jail.
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| And there’s bars and saloons
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| Where the jukebox plays blues in the night.
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| Till the madman says «Son,
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| Time to go, we could both use some light»
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| And thy will be done.
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| We live in an age of cages
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| The tale of an ape escaping
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| In the search for some truth he can use.
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| But many a drunk got drunker
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| And mostly a thinker, thunker
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| Set the place, set the time, set the fuse!
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| The optimist laughed, and the pessimist cried in his wine
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| And the madman said «Son,
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| Take a word, they’ll all wake given time»
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| Let thy Kingdom come.
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| The madman and I got drunker
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| Told both thought the other thank you
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| And we laughed all the way to the stars
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| The optimist asked for a taste of the pessimist’s wine
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| And the madman said «Son,
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| How’dyou feel?"I said «Me? I feel fine
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| Lead me into temptation
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| Into temptation
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| I said into temptation
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| I need my allocation
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| Of recreation
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| I want a revelation
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| In degredation
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| No hesitation
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| Give me variation
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| Give me inspiration
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| Celebration…
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| Elevation… |