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Deep in the night you get a fright |
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You are the product of the modern man |
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Thirty-thousand years fighting tigers and bears |
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It ends with you the very modern man |
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What's your point here? |
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Your contribution? |
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Well, we can't all be the polymath |
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But try to make a difference |
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Look after your wife, you've got her for life |
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When it's rung you cannot unring the bell |
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Keep her from spills, keep her from pills |
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Be a lover and companion as well |
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If she's a hellbound, free-thinker |
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Or an uptight bad drinker |
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'Cause in the morning I'll see her |
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Look defeated on her way to work |
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And wishing that you loved her |
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A word in your ear my self-obsessed peer |
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To love another's not a curse or a sentence |
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From one week to next it's illusions and tricks |
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You're no companion you're just passing the hours |
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You have this need to be like the others |
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And your blinkered band of brothers |
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'Cause you don't love her |
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Or even like her |
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And you were pining for your friends |
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Before your carnation had wilted |
