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Please trip them gently, they don^,t like to fall, oh by jingo.
There^,s no room for anger, we^,re all very small, oh by jingo.
We^,re painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise.
They think that we^,re holding a secretive ball.
Won^,t someone invite them- they^,re just taller children,
That^,s all... after all... ooh-ho-ho...

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, oh by jingo.
So hold on to nothing, he won^,t let you down, oh by jingo.
Some people are marching together, but some on their own, quite alone.
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl.
But some sit in silence- they^,re just older children,
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That^,s all... after all... oh-ho-ho...


I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords with my words.
I^,ve borrowed your time, I^,m sorry I called.
The thought just occurred that we^,re nobody^,s children,
At all... after all... ho...
Live your rebirth and do what you will, oh by jingo.
Forget all I^,ve said, please bear me no ill, oh by jingo.
After all...
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