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How sweet to be an |
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Idiot, As harmless as a cloud, |
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Too small to hide the sun |
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Almost poking fun, |
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At the warm but insecure untidy crowd. |
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How sweet to be an idiot, |
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And dip my brain in joy, |
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Children laughing at my back, |
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With no fear of attack, |
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As much retaliation as a toy. |
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How sweet to be an idiot, how sweet. |
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I tiptoe down the street, |
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Smile at everyone |
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I meet, But suddenly a scream, |
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Smashes through my dream, |
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Fie fye foe fum, |
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I smell the blood of an asylum, (Blood of an asylum, But mother I play so beautifully, listen. ha ha) |
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Fie fye foe fum, |
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I smell the blood of the asylum, |
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Hey you, you're such a pedant, |
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You got as much brain as a dead ant, |
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As much imagination as a caravan sign. |
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But I still love you, still love you, |
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Oooh how sweet to be an idiot, |
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How sweet. how sweet. |
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How sweet. |
