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Come save me from walking off a windowsill 
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or I’ll sleep in the rain. 
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Don’t you remember when I was a bird 
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and you were a map? 

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Now he drags down miles in America 
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briefcase in hand. 
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The stove is creeping up his spine again, 
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can’t get enough trash. 
  
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Ah....... ah 

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He took the days for pageant 
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Became as mad as rabbits 
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With bushels of bad habits 
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Who could ask for anymore? 
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Yea who could have more. 


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His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree 
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preached the devil in the belfry. 
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He checked in 
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to learn his clothes had been thieved at the train station. 
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Rope hung his other branch 
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and at the end was a dog called bambi 
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Who was chewing on his parliaments 
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when he tried to save the calendar business. 
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when he tried to save the calendar business. 
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D                 C           G    
He took the days for pageant 
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Became as mad as rabbits 
         D         C         A 
With bushels of bad habits 
 A                           C  
Who could ask for anymore? 
 C                           A 
Yea who could have more. 


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The poor son of a humble chimney sweep 
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fell to a cheap crowd 
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So stay asleep and put on that cursive type 
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you know we live in a toy. 
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And now he Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army 
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But there ain’t no sunshine in his song 
              
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We must re......in.....................vent...... love.  

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Re......in.....................vent...... love.  

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Re......in.....................vent...... lo........ve.  

D                 C           G    
He took the days for pageant 
  D               C          G  
Became as mad as rabbits 
         D         C         A 
With bushels of bad habits 
 A                           C  
Who could ask for anymore? 
 C                           A 
Yea who could have more. 

               A          C          G 
We must re......in.....................vent...... love.  

 A          C          G 
Re......in.....................vent...... love.  

 A          C          A         C 
Re......in.....................vent...... lo........ve.