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You know me |
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I take nothing seriously |
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I can see a laughing face in every willow tree |
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But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine |
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In a bloody insurrection |
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I would rather be king when the rooks take wing |
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Than be losing your affection |
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Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze |
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Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries |
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I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair |
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In the opposite direction |
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I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake |
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Than be losing your affection |
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I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog |
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As they start the vivisection |
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I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog |
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Than be losing your affection |