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[Verse 1] |
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Old Man Sunshine, listen, you |
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Never tell me dreams come true |
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Just try it, and I'll start a riot |
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Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare |
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Ever tell me he will care |
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I'm certain it's the final curtain |
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I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas |
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Who tell you fate supplies a mate |
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It's all bananas |
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[Verse 2] |
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They're writing songs of love, but not for me |
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A lucky star's above, but not for me |
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With love to lead the way |
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I've found more clouds of gray |
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Than any Russian play could guarantee |
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I was a fool to fall and get that way |
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Hi-ho, alas, and also lackaday |
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Although I can't dismiss |
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The memory of his kiss |
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I guess he's not for me |
