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| Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Sing, prima donna, once more | |
| Roll on up for my price is down, come on in for the best in town | |
| See our children fed, help us in our shame, something for a crust of bread in Holy Jesus' name | |
| And when the game is done, either way, devil take the hindmost | |
| You're living in America at the end of the millennia, you're living in America; leave your conscience at the tone | |
| Just like Julius Caesar was betrayed by Brutus, who'd think an accountant would turn out to be my Judas | |
| I'm everything you always wanted to be, let's deal with the issue, you wish you were me | |
| Nothing's going to harm you, no sir, not while I'm around | |
| And the stars look down on the mean and hungry and the stars look down and show the way | |
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| Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl with simple utter loathing | |
| Look at my baby, my baby and me, we're 'bout as happy as babies can be | |
| Hello, little girl, what's your rush? You're missing all the flowers, the sun won't set for hours | |
| I could not say he isn't very greedy, I dare not, I'd be telling you a tale | |
| We can't forget, must not forget, that they are all our children too | |
| A paradox, a paradox, a most ingenious paradox | |
| Rivers belong where they can ramble, eagles belong where they can fly | |
| Every endeavour I have made ever is coming into play | |
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