| It’s a silly, impractical word
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| Quite often it’s rhymed with a bird
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| Or a thing on your hand
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| «All You Need…» sang that band
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| Up over your head, there’s a third
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| Silly, impractical word
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| And the number of letters is four
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| Such a big deal should have many more
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| Though «God» has just three
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| There’s two in the word «Me»
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| So I suppose less can be more
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| The number of letters is four
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| I thought that I had it when I was just in it
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| It became a battle, I could never win it
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| Each time I won it, I could never keep it
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| When called on to say it, I could never speak it
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| It’s a vague and a meaningless word
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| As an idea, completely absurd
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| It’s been sung and said
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| It’s been written in read
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| It’s a fairy tale ending deferred
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| A vague and a meaningless word
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| Back at the final frontier
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| This boarder that’s guarded with fear
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| Fifty years and more
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| Waging this boarder war
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| It’s a miracle you made it here
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| Back to the final frontier
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| I thought that I had it when I was just in it
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| It became a battle, I could never win it
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| Each time I won it, I could never keep it
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| When called on to say it, I could never speak it
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| Back at the final frontier |