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Someone asked me why I'm so tierd today And my awnser again for the twentyieth time was the same: Forty-two different muscles, to determine your face More than seven thousand expressions, to hide what you say We categorize by nature, but what can you do When you have to eliminate six thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine expressions to find what is true Nothing is simple, nothing is plane If you don't have the manual, it might just take all day So yes I am tired and yes I need sleep But the problem's not when I'm sleeping, it's when I have a new face to greet Because with every new face, I must determine with care Out of Forty-two diffrent muscles, what you're feeling today
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