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Oh children
Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
He's found the answer that we lost
We're all weeping now, weeping because
There ain't nothing we can do to protect you
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station
And have you left a seat for me?
Is that such a stretch of the imagination?
I'm hanging in there, don't you see?
In this process of elimination

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