Presidents Dead

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The President’s dead, the radio said
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Dear friends is it not so horrible?
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A shock to my heart like a knife 
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right through bread,
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The newspaper said, the President’s
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 dead.
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The sea doesn’t dry and the sky 
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doesn’t split,
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But friends it just seems so wrong,
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 don’t it?
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A shout from the crowd and a shot 
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to the head,
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The President’s lying on the tarmac
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 dead.
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He’s lying face down with those 
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black dress day gents,
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Guns drawn running around in the 
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early o-bits,
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Say he was a good man, you can’t 
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argue with that,
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Not today you can’t, not now you 
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can’t.
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In the media tent, where they 
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spin and they slant,
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They just foam at the mouth and 
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they chomp at the bit,
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Those bloodsuckers can wait, ‘till 
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those vultures cool it,
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The radio said, the President’s 
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dead,
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And let’s imagine the day, let’s 
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say 30 years in,
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How somebody will say what were you
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 doing when,
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On a beautiful day I was waking up 
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and
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I was lying in bed with my 
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girlfriend
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And the eggs on the plate and the
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 bacon hissing
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And the coffee was great, these was
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 spring on the wind,
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If you ever lived through a day 
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where the littlest things,
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in the littlest ways, made you feel
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 you were blest.
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And if you died right then, well 
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you know you’d be missed,
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But there’s no better way to cease 
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to exist,
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And you wouldn’t feel sad and you 
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wouldn’t resist,
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Because you knew what you had and 
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were thankful for it,
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In your own little way, well I’m 
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a small quiet man,
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I’ve got no wars to win, I don’t 
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have a big plan,
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But I love my new place and I love 
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my old friends,
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And I scrimp and I save and one day
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 I’ll have kids,
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I can truthfully say that my day 
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was like that,
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‘till the radio playing on the 
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stand by the bed,
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fired out this report and in three 
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words they said,
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Like three shots to my head, the 
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President’s dead.
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The President’s dead.
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The President’s dead.
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