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AdiĆ³s
When morning left, you quietly slept
Leaving me for dead,
For I'd died a thousand times
Inside of your head.
Read your Scripture. Keep my picture
As an afterthought
Or as murmured gratitude
For all you could've got.
Funny thing, how people sing
Of saints and holy men,
But don't see the chimpanzee
That learned to count to ten.
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AdiĆ³s
When morning left, you quietly slept
Leaving me for dead,
For I'd died a thousand times
Inside of your head.
Read your Scripture. Keep my picture
As an afterthought
Or as murmured gratitude
For all you could've got.
Funny thing, how people sing
Of saints and holy men,
But don't see the chimpanzee
That learned to count to ten.
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