| Isn’t it strange how princesses and kings
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| Can clown their capers in sawdust rings, just like
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| Poor people like you and me
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| Will be builders for eternity
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| Each is given a bag of tools
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| Shapeless lives and a book of rules
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| Each must make his life as flowing ink
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| Tumbling back on a stepping stone, just like
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| Poor people like you and me
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| Will be builders for eternity
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| Each is given a bag of tools
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| Shapeless lives and a book of rules
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| Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow
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| Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow
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| And I say small people like you and me
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| Will be builders for eternity
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| Each is given a bag of tools
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| Shapeless lives and a book of rules (note 1)
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| Look where the rain is fallen from the sky
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| I know the sun will be only missing for awhile
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| And I say small people like you and me
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| Will be builders for eternity
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| Each is given a bag of tools
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| Shapeless lives and a book of rules
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| Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow
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| Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow
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| And I say small people like you and me
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| Will be builders for eternity
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| Each is given a bag of tools
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| Shapeless lives and a book of rules (note 1)
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| Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow
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| Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow
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| Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow
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| Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow
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| Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow
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| Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow
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| Pow wa pow pow, pow wa pa pa pow pow
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| Wa pa pa pow pow, wa pow pa pow pow pow |