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I don't have to play the respect card When the other option is common regard Loose lips do sink ships and it  leaves the other side doing back flips Lord Thunderin' Jesus as we say here on the coast And that's the coast with the most strictly speakin' a toast to the east What displeases me most is a the general lack of civility On this big ol' world that they call the Earth I say, he's got a tick one and I do mean his head Some of those ideas that he did give birth Some of them good for what it's worth Give us this day our daily bread Those sugar plum fairies dancing around in his head "Donald Duck", I've heard them joke While his big old pipe dream goes up in smoke I hold him in regard and that's for sure I have no respect for someone that I just have to endure In the end he'll be a part of history While all our lives will remain a mystery
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Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
Respect
I don't have to play the respect card When the other option is common regard Loose lips do sink ships and it  leaves the other side doing back flips Lord Thunderin' Jesus as we say here on the coast And that's the coast with the most strictly speakin' a toast to the east What displeases me most is a the general lack of civility On this big ol' world that they call the Earth I say, he's got a tick one and I do mean his head Some of those ideas that he did give birth Some of them good for what it's worth Give us this day our daily bread Those sugar plum fairies dancing around in his head "Donald Duck", I've heard them joke While his big old pipe dream goes up in smoke I hold him in regard and that's for sure I have no respect for someone that I just have to endure In the end he'll be a part of history While all our lives will remain a mystery
irving-macpherson
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New Scotland
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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