| If you’re never sorry
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| Then you can’t be forgiven
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| If you’re not forgiven
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| Then you can’t be forgotten
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| If you’re not forgotten
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| Then you can live forever
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| If you live forever
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| Then you’ll begin to dream
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| Of death, death, death, death
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| Death…
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| Ezra Pound sat upon my bed
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| Asked me which books as of late I’ve read
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| Ezra Pound sat upon my bed
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| Asked me which books as of late I’ve read
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| Asked me if I’ve, uh, read his own
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| And whether I could spare a pound
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| Of flesh to cover his bare bones
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| I says, «Man, take a pound, take two
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| What’s a pound of flesh between
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| Friends like me and you?
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| What’s a pound of flesh among friends?
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| What’s a pound of flesh among friends?»
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| But if you’re never sorry
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| If you’re never sorry
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| If you’re never sorry
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| Then you can’t be forgiven
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| If you’re not forgiven
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| Then you can’t be forgotten
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| If you’re not forgotten
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| Then you must live forever
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| If you live forever
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| You cannot be reborn
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| If you’re not reborn then
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| You can’t be a baby
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| If you’re not a baby
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| You can’t learn how to crawl
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| If you cannot crawl away
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| Then you must stay in bed all day
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| If you stay in bed all day
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| You’re sure to have some visitors
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| Ezra Pound will sit upon your bed
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| Ask you which books as of late you’ve read
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| Ask you if you’ve, uh, read his own
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| And whether you could spare a pound
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| Of flesh to cover his bare bones
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| You’ll say, «Man, take a pound, take two
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| What’s a pound of flesh between
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| Friends like me and you?
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| What’s a pound of flesh among friends?
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| What’s a pound of flesh among friends?
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| What’s a pound of flesh among friends?» |