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Even the big starts small,
shaking cans around the block.
For while you're walking tall,
have to protect what you've got.
I'd like to leave mine to charity,
but I've heard nasty rumours in the family.
Lumping favours,
asked in haste,
oh what's the secret of my case?
The scare unheard of comes to town,
dependents follow me around.
And I thought I had time left still,
give the problematic will and
so if the world was in June,
my value it would decrease.
Ha ha ha, the world in June,
the
possibilities increase.
Cash used to save the people,
knowing about this hell I'm going
through.
Some chance my advisors keep on showing,
be the things that I put to,
like save it
for that far off day.
Relatives expect so much,
as they mourn you passed away.
Sobby always
was a set off touch,
and always remembered his friends.
Cracked it smart, but kept his
retreat, always a means to an end.
Smart my *, cries for the world.
I sort of started my own circus,
life's contradictions.
Vegetarians with cats,
how life's contradictions.
See elephants hang from the top of the big top,
the night throw a tunnel when to stop.
Clowns,
that'll make you cry,
the muscle man is funny guy.
An active sort who stays in bed,
a lion's mouth we chewed off head.
Gags of sex and politics,
till I only came here with the kids.
Sidesteppers off the tightrope,
my scared tiger's fire eaters chokes say.
Someone's legalizing dope.
Some old car,
side is the cash,
straight it's small.
You don't mug about with the economy,
cleansing funds, wealth, and toll.
So back at home with the family.
My father recommended this accountant,
he did well for himself.
My dad died recently of alcohol liver,
but left us the best times he ever had.
A life of my own,
that broke the light,
and our costs is great,
but we'll expect them senile.
There's no looking for the second coming,
oh no,
here comes the bomb and still,
the sweet chronicle I go.
I think that this session's a few hundred quid,
oh,
with each on the dole.
Finance while the nightingales blither in.
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