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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