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Did anyone see my last marble |
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As it rolled out and over the floor? |
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It fell through a hole in the corner |
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Of a room in a town on a tour |
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It's lonely without your last marble |
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I miss it not rattling around |
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As I lie in my bed there's a space in my head |
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Where there used to be colours and sound.. |
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When I was a child I had marbles |
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They brought admiration and fame |
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They were pretty to look at and marbles |
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Was always my favourite game |
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We played all the summer days |
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In the stony alleyways |
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In the playground after class |
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We would trade the coloured glass |
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More valuable than diamonds |
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More magical than diamonds |
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Did anyone see.. |
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Did anyone see.. |
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Does anyone see? |
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There were almost four hundred until the black day |
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I discovered how high they would fly to the sky |
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If you used them for tennis instead of a ball.. |
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Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate |
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Whacked with a racket up into the blue |
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I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate |
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And a crowd formed a queue at the gate.. |
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That was almost the end of my marbles |
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Confiscated, I choked back the tears |
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I hung onto a handful of favourites |
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That disappeared over the years |
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Did anyone see my last marble |
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I swear that I had it before |
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Sometimes I think I should go see a shrink |
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In case he can find me some more |
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Did anyone see my last marble? |
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I'd saved it to give it away |
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Since I was a youth |
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Now I don't have no proof |
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Only words |
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Only words |
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Only words. |