Key: D
Introduction:
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The monkey sat on a pile of stone
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and he stared at the broken bone in his hand and the strains
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of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
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The monkey looked up at
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the stars and he thought to himself Memory is a stranger
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History is for fools And he cleaned his hands
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In a pool of holy writing Turned his
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back on the garden and set out for the nearest town
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Hold on, hold on soldier, when you add it all up, the tears
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and the marrowbone, there's an ounce of gold, and and ounce of
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pride in each ledger. And the Germans killed the Jews
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And the Jews killed the Arabs, and the Arabs killed the hostages
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And that is the news And is it any wonder
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That the monkey's confused He said Mama, Mama
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The President's a fool, why do I have to keep reading these
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technical manuals, And the joint chiefs of staff and the
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brokers on Wall Street said, don't make us laugh you're a
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smart kid, time is linear, memory is a stranger, history's for
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fools, Man is a tool in the hands of the great God Almighty
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And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine and sent him back
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in search of the Garden of Eden.