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| It might make you feel better To think the man could work If you imagine he’s just faking You don’t feel like such a jerk But look at that big garbage bag That’s hanging from his back Everything the man has found Is stuffed into that sack They threw him from the library Where he used to try to sleep The moms who brought their toddlers there Complained about the stink If you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day If you deny a man a fish, maybe he’ll just go away. |
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