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Please trip them gently, they don't like to fallOh by jingoThere's no room for anger, we're all very smallOh by jingoWe're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skiesFrom paradiseThey think that we're holding a secretive ballWon't someone invite themThey're just smaller children, that's all, after allMan is an obstacle, sad as the clownOh by jingoSo hold on to nothing and he won't let you downOh by jingoSome people are marching together and some on their ownQuite aloneOthers are running, the smaller ones crawlBut some sit in silence, they're just older childrenThat's all, after allInterlúdioI sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chordsWith my wordsI've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I calledBut the thought just occurred that we're nobody's childrenat all after allLive till your rebirth and do what you willOh by jingoForget all I said, please bear me no illOh by jingoAfter allAfter all
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