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You Ain't The Only One, I Have Rot.
You Might Have Been Our Doctor,
But Him You Could Never Fix,
Don't Try To Bring Him Into Our Politics.
I Recall His Face, His Rotten Mug,
Standing There, Like A Corpse,
Bah, Humbug!
No More Cure, Nothing Works.
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Because Without White,
There Is No Black,
Leave It Alone, Child,
We're Not Getting Together,
The Band.
Open The Window That Leads To,
A Wider Horizon,
You Saw The Prairie, Too,
There Lies The Bison.
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That Shrieking Quack,
A Lunatic Dressed In Black.
Stand Down In Your Corner!
You Are But A Mourner.
Give him a break, T,
Everyone always listens,
the voiced echoes from our fights,
from T to Z,
and Happyness in between.
Don't Forget My Painted Picture,
The Ended Barrel, The Edged Blade,
You Opened The Door With Liquor,
But Don't Be Afraid,
I Came To Your Aid.
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Have you come to reap me,
don't forget the rules...
Mister.