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All I can hear is the clucking of tongues |
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I can see them |
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Plucking at crumbs of conversations |
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A drunk uncle's breath |
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And they're touching my hand |
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As now turns into then |
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Dream turns into dreamt |
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Spend turns into spent |
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One turns into one too many |
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(Say when) |
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And in the blue corner |
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Crouches a mediocre joker |
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The laughs are on me |
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And the arch of my back cracks under the weight |
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Of the wisecracks |
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Stop the clock - I want to get off |
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Though I knew what argue meant |
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And I knew what punish meant |
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And I knew what embarrass meant |
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I never found out what achieve meant |
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All heaven broke loose |
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But I knew they had something to hide |
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They were turning the page |
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But I glimpsed the very last line |
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Now we raise a toast to celebrate |
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As December's embers fade |
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But every fire is just a hoax |
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For january's little joke |