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