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Oh, I for one may not shy, |
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Away from the fact that |
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I'm sick,And too tired to stand this, |
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It all seems contagious. |
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I know a few would back that up, |
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Can't say a few is not enough, |
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To skip a beat in this motion sickness. |
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I'd second that emotion. |
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Our state, |
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Our state, |
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Our state of grace is gone. |
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Our state, |
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Our state, |
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Our state of grace is gone. |
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Oh, I for one don't want to die, |
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Old and in the way from poison.' |
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Cause I hate the taste of medicine, |
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We all hate the taste of medicine. |
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I know a few would back that up, |
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Can't say a few is not enough, |
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To skip a beat in this motion sickness. |
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I'd second that emotion. |
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Our state, |
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Our state, |
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Our state of grace is gone. |
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Our state, |
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Our state, |
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Our state of grace is gone away. |
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Our state of grace is crumbling, |
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I fear we're good for nothing, |
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And simply disintegrating into the terra firma. |
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Our state, |
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Our state, |
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Our state of grace is gone. |
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Our state, |
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Our state, |
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Our state of grace is gone. |
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May we combine tradition, |
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Science and innovation. |
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To benefit what's ailing, |
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Our state of grace is gone. |
