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We are seldom fully contented, |
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We may have this cross to bear, |
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Where elation meets disaster, |
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You can always find us there, |
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Yes our wisdom holds the secret, |
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Our foolishness the key, |
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We are architects of innocence, |
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Delinquents of prestige, |
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Don't hold us down, don't cramp our style, |
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This is lovers' day |
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We build boats and planes to get here, |
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Lined them up along the shore, |
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To cross this sea of emptiness, |
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Which will bring us to your door, |
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While upstairs in the penthouse, |
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Tigers paw the velvet suite, |
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Witness intellect and playfulness, |
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Now they're filed and obsolete, |
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Don't hold us down, don't cramp our style, |
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This is lovers' day |
