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Here's a story of an honest man losing religion, |
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Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation, |
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The while praying came a wicked inspiration, |
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Brothers, sisters this is what he said: |
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Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved, |
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(Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen evidence of genes) |
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I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you! |
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He was the kind of guy who'd always go right out of his way, |
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But more before that crazy notion leapt right into his head, |
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And stubbornly crept into every mad perception, |
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I can't deny a funny feeling when he said: |
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Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved, |
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I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you! |
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Dearest in memoriam - set phasers to stun |
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And grab yourself a neighbors' skeleton to lean upon, |
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Did you know him in life - one filled with regret, |
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So soon we all forget - we ever met, |
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Do you know my name - sing a light refrain |
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For a man estranged - I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate |
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Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved, |
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I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you! |
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I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you! |
