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Oh billy come on, cause i've heard your hundreth song |
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And though i liked the tale of the millionares that constructed the fine bolts and put the buildings in the air |
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Billy come on, oh come and sing your hundreth song. |
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Precautionary tales to reactionary table, ha-ha |
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Granted your songs have been living in this world |
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Have been eating in this world |
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Have been breathing in this world |
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Rain on rain on |
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I find it unacceptable |
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I've made concessions to the world |
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To the running of the world |
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To the turning of the world |
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Can beneath me burn |
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Billy was a girl, but he couldn't tie his curls |
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But the proxis breaks, the angry bed |
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The lover and the wood lives on common care |
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Billy come on in the echoing morning calm |
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Try to find your breath and breathe the air for the troupe of sellers and millionaries |
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Billy come on like a population bursts from your songs |
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For the birdies and the babies and the downtown pushers, please billy |
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Granted your lungs have been sucking in this world |
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Have been breathing in this world |
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Have been lying in the sand |
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Rain on rain on |
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I find it unacceptable that you keep singing to the world |
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And keep lying in the world |
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And keep crushing everybody's heads .. (?) |
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