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Edited on Fri May-30-08 08:19 PM by beac
Hey Hill, don't take it bad. Counting Florida won't make it better. Remember, you gave it all of your heart, But ol' Barrack he did it better.
Hey Hill-ites, don't be afraid. No one was really "out to get her." The minute you thicken up your skin, Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Hill, refrain, Dont carry that chip upon your shoulder. For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool By repeating the same memes over and over.
Hey Bill, we're so let down. You have defended her, now stop the blather. Remember you'll need to make a fresh start, If we're ever to think of you a little better.
So the White House you won't get back in, hey Hill, begin, A-wading out of the mess you made with. And don't you know that its just you, hey Hill, you'll do, The movement needs you shoulder-to-shoulder.
Hey Hill-ites, we're not all bad. You are sad now, but it'll better. That man, with the slightly darker skin, Will soon begin to make it Better better better better better better, oh.
Na na na na na ,na na na, WE WILL...
(Started off with the intention to make the lyrics totally snarky, but hey, what can I say-- as I went along the Beatles made me want to seek peace. )
(edited for typos)
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