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They Might Be Giants Lincoln You'll Miss Me You'll always miss my big old body In its prime and never shoddy, While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body You'll miss me in effigies lighting up your house like Xmas trees As tears roll down below your knees You'll miss me with effigies Go find a man to fit my shoes Left one's on and the right one's new And I bought the right one just for you Go find a man to fit my shoes Your money talks but my genius walks Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork As detectives trace my hands with chalk Your money talks but my genius walks You'll miss me, but I'm already dead It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry But I look up and I don't see a cloud ------------------------------------------------------------ |
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