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What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy
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There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
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I've had my lungs checked out with X rays
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I've smelled the hospital hallways
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Someday I'll have
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a disappearing hair line
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Someday I'll wear
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pajamas in the day time
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book burning's in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my presciptions
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Maybe if I could do a play by playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi
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Oh .... oh .... oh
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After noons will be
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measured out, measured out, and
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measured with
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coffe spoons, and T.S. Eliot