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Oh, it was such a sparkling day |
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That I should be singing its praises |
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Just to catch my senses as they slip away |
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But my sentences and phrases |
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Are about as worthless as wonder can be |
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And there are words that I could say |
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Perhaps I lack the sense of occasion |
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Seems that I've been looking down so long you see |
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That it seemed like up to me |
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I should be ashamed I'm sure you will agree |
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Pre Chrosus |
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So don't go calling out for Jude or Anthony |
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Maybe I was lost |
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I'm a hopeless case |
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So that every night I listen carefully |
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But there is no message from me |
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No message from me |
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Chorus |
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Sparkling day (x2) |
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Things I never said |
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Some things you never heard |
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Sparkling day (x2) |
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Now I wait in vain to see |
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That there was no message from me |
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When love is constant and content |
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You always fear some lingering temptation |
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Silhouettes escaping underneath locked doors |
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I'm astonished and amazed |
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Perhaps my message was erased. |
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Pre Chrosus |
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So don't go calling out for Jude or Anthony |
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Maybe I was lost |
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I'm a hopeless case |
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So that every night I listen carefully |
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But there is no message from me |
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No message from me |
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Chorus |
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Sparkling day (x2) |
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Things I never said |
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Some things you never heard |
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Sparkling day (x2) |
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Now I wait in vain to see |
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That there was no message from me |
