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Something Better |
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He walks along singing his fairy song |
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Picking up magic that grows at his feet. |
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She says the same her peculiar way |
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Dreaming good fortune on everyone's street. |
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Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage, |
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I'll send you a jug in the morning. |
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It is absurd to live in a cage, |
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You know there's got to be something better. |
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As they go by, don't look with eagle's eyes |
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Smile on your jailers until they grow weak. |
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Nothing can compare to something that's almost there |
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To tear up the madness that all of us seek. |
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Say, hey, have you heard, blue whiskey's the rage, |
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I'll send you a jug in the morning. |
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It is absurd to live in a cage, |
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You know there's got to be something better. |