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He stands towering over me beside my bed losing his head |
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Tells me I must take him seriously |
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Droning on the usual way he's such a clever guy |
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And I wonder should I laugh or cry |
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He's dressed in the striped pajamas that I bought trousers too short |
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Gives me of small philosophy |
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Carries on the way he does and me I get so tired |
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And I wonder should I laugh or cry |
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High and mighty his banner flies a fool's pride in his eyes |
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Standing there on his toes to grow in size |
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All I see is the big balloon halfway up to the moon |
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He's wrapped up in the warm and safe cocoon |
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Of an eternal lie so should I laugh or cry |
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Strange how dangerously indifferent I have grown cold as a stone |
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No more pain where there was pain before |
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Far away he rambles on, I feel my throat go dry |
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And I wonder should I laugh or cry |
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High and mighty his banner flies a fool's pride in his eyes |
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Standing there on his toes to grow in size |
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All I see is the big balloon halfway up to the moon |
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He's wrapped up in the warm and safe cocoon |
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Of an eternal lie so should I laugh or cry |
