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I must sit down and turn around be mindful as I sit, the reason you can't see my face is it's covered with your spit! This gravy-train is quite insane I chew my food real good; I have a way of saying things but I'm so, misunderstood! It's alright, I'll be polite and say what's on my mind; if negatives breed negatives I'll be the other kind. With borrowed soap, I can't lose hope and air my cares outside; if the time's not right and at this height, it'll be impossible to hide! Tweedle-dee, and tweedle-dum no worries in the rain; all my good and bad times end up going down the drain. Seems to me my final plea won't say as much as yours; my journey's almost over while you've still a lot more doors !