Intro : F5 F5 F5 Bb5 F5 F5 F5 Bb5 C5 C5 C5 C5

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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
    C5     F5
    After noons will be
    Bb5            D5
    measured out, measured out, and
    Bb5
    measured with
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        coffe spoons, and T.S. Eliot