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The The — Song Without An Ending

I like you… I think that you’re pretty good
But I think that you think, that I…
Well… that I’m a bit undercooked.

I’m lazy, I play silly jokes & go over the top.
& one of these days it’s gonna get me killed,
& that will be my lot!

I suppose I’d leave you alone, after a while,
but I’ll lie in my bed, feeding my head,
Until I become — fairly intelligent.

100,000 people today were burned.
I felt a pang of concern,
— what are we waitin’ for — a message of hope.
— from the… POPE!
I think he got shot as well!!!!

When everyday of your life, seems the same
— as the last,
& you know who you’re gonna meet
— & what they’re gonna ask
then supposin’ your legs just withered away
& you had to somehow slide around on your
backside — for the rest of your days.
‘Imagine’… that you’re happy now.
It’s easy if you try — because we’re all caught
up in a mortifying loop — LIFE.

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