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No sense, no defence
Look at the best you can do
Waste time, what a crime
Must have the mind of a fool
Lies in the corner like a broken machine
Legs don't fit inside this fine limousine
Make up later if he ever gets into your scene
No harm, sold your farm
All the suspense we can stand
We'll take the party
That you made with your very own hands
Frozen orchestra showing a seam
Needs more polish from the boy who's so selfish
Thinks he's going to the show we've already seen
Poor tragic fellow
Lost through Othello
Degradingly mellow
And laughably plain
One laugh extra
By the time the event had been staged
Got their glitter
But would hate to consider the wage
Time to face up to the damage we did
Cashed the ticket when someone else paid it
Reason leaves him with a grievance to say the least
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