I wore my finest suit of clothes
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The sharpest thorn defending the rose
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Hot as a pistol
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Keen as a blade
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The sharpest thorn upon parade
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And it's the same most every year
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Ghosts of the dear departed are near
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We raise our glasses and we cheer
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Should old acquaintance disappear
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Just as we wipe away a tear
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Archangel Michael will lead the way
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Archangel Gabriel is ready to play
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Although we know we must repent
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We hit the scene and look for sins
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That haven't even been invented
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The strongest cage that guards the prize
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The longest lash that covers your eyes
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A sight no eyes are meant to know
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Then on the third day he arose
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Archangel Michael will lead the way
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Archangel Gabriel is ready to play
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Although we know we must repent
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We hit the scene and look for sins
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That haven't even been invented
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So Good and Evil were having a fight
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It lasts much longer than any one night
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It may last longer than a life
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And turn a mistress into a wife
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And so confetti fills the air
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My head is aching
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My pockets are bare
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I didn't recognise their warning
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Then I wasn't born the sharpest thorn
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I wasn't born the sharpest thorn
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I wasn't born the sharpest thorn
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I wasn't born the sharpest thorn
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I wasn't born the sharpest thorn
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The Sharpest Thorn
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| Elvis Costello |
