a a a a stayin alive

the world is a sad place
so i built a little cradle

i dance all around it
and drink soup from the ladle

i sleep all afternoon
i wear short shorts

the more i sing loudly
the more it breaks hearts

i never leave the table
unclean i suppose

i never let them tinker
get me dancing on my toes

i level my will daily
i count down the woes

i string myself up
and double the dose

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