He turned his life every which way
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To know if it made any sense
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He asked tons of thrilled people for their opinion
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Thrilled to share their view on life
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He crossed the fumes of whirling dervishes
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Of hash smokers, and he said
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Life isn't worth a thing, a thing
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But me, when I hold, hold
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There in my two dazzled hands
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The two pretty little breasts of my girl
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There I say nothing, nothing, nothing
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He saw the space that passes
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Between the jet set, the pomp, the palaces
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And then the cleaning crew
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Others hope in steeples, in monasteries
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To see the old laid-back sergeant but it's only Richard Gere
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He slipped in like an insect onto a website
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To see sect people and he said
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Life isn't worth a thing, a thing
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But me, when I hold, hold
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But me, when I hold
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There in my two dazzled hands
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The two pretty little breasts of my girl
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There I say nothing, nothing, nothing
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How life is detergent
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And how it cleans people
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He played forbidden games for sleeping friends, nostalgia
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Life isn't worth a thing, a thing
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But me, when I hold, hold
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There in my two dazzled hands
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The two pretty little breasts of my girl
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There I say nothing, nothing, nothing