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Lyrics
I’m gonna tell you all a little story about a dear old friend of mine,
Who caused a lot of folks a lot of worry, and was a child of Valentine.
Of all the unpreventable diseases, this one was partial to the young.
Of all the people it could chose to pick on,
Why it should befall a girl whose future was so bright is no one’s call.
I must be blind, deaf, and dumb as swine.
Because I call her name and find...
That it doesn’t really matter who's in charge.
Now that they ducked out once and can’t hear me inside.
No, it doesn’t really matter who's in charge.
They can’t decide for no one!
Now imagine it was your friend dying, so that you could “find yourself”.
And now your caught between appreciation and the sickness known as doubt.
So what’s the answer to this tragic story?
...besides a pleasure of the flesh that you assign a certain tacit meaning.
The lesson is: TAKE EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU CAN EXTRACT BEFORE YOU'RE DEAD.
I must be blind, deaf, and dumb as swine.
Because I call her name and find...
That it doesn’t really matter who's in charge.
Now that they ducked out once and can’t hear me inside.
No, it doesn’t really matter who's in charge.
They can’t decide for no one!
Deaf, and dumb as swine. Deaf and dumb as swine...
Because I call her name and find:
That it doesn’t really matter who's in charge.
Now that they ducked out once and can’t hear me inside.
No, it doesn’t really matter who's in charge.
They can’t decide!
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