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MICE AND MEN
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Written by R. Stonehill
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Everyone's waiting for their ship to
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come in
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And they wring their hands and they drum their fingers
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On the walls that they built to be safe from the wind
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But they can't see out and no one can see in
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And the world goes marching to a million drums
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Without a leader for the band
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And all the clever plans of mice and of men
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Blow away like a child's balloon
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"Life's but a song," the poet once said
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But we never sing it
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If we never even learn the tune
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Everyone's scuffling to be King of the Hill
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And they shoot their guns and they blow their trumpets
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But the grand coronation is a short lived thrill
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'Cuz the king's got no clothes so he dies of a chill
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And the world goes marching to a million drums
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Without a leader for the band
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And all the clever plans of mice and of men
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Tangle up like a ball of string
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Try as we might to simply pretend
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they were so important
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They never really changed a thing
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Everyone's clawing for their piece of the pie
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And they stab at the crust with their forks and fingers
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And their tongues roll back from the bitter surprise
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And they're spitting out feathers while the blackbirds fly
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And the world goes marching to a million drums
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Without a leader for the band
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And all the clever plans of mice and of men
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Blow away like a child's balloon
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"Life's but a song," the poet once said
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But we never sing it
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And all the clever plans of mice and of men
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Tangle up like a ball of string
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Try as we might to simply pretend
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they were so important
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they were so important, yeah
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they were so important
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They never really changed a thing
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MICE AND MEN
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Randy Stonehill |