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Once there was a man |
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And so I am told |
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That he could swallow the dirt |
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Then shit into gold |
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With a wave of his hand |
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And the wink of an eye |
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He turned raindrops to |
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Diamonds in the sky |
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But whatever he did |
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No matter who he helped |
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He was unable to help himself |
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But whatever he did |
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No matter who he helped |
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He was unable to help himself |
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Who, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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God played a trick, |
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So he looked up and he screamed |
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"Why can't the truth |
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Be the same as I dreamed?" |
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God played a joke, |
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So he looked up and he screamed |
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"Why can't all things |
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Be just as they seem?" |
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But whatever he did |
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No matter who he helped |
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He was unable to help himself |
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Whatever he did |
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No matter who he helped |
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He was unable to help himself |
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Who, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
