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We're doubtful of much hope today |
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I'm so sad to see you sad |
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Goldness of feeling think of a roman |
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Go in to the western wind |
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See the ship on the sea |
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'Cos I am not where I want to be |
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Designing for the kingdom |
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And shaping to the crowd |
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The scene was so revolting |
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That the queen in the shame she bowed |
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She bowed to the families of misfortune |
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Who had lost a lonely life to her |
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She did not know |
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She could cause sorrow within |
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Send her a river |
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See the ship on the sea |
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Send her a river |
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'Cos she is not where she wants to be |
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And when your evening gown |
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Trails into the mud |
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Remember what they're seeing |
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Is not what it's all about |
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And you've got to walk on through |
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With millions on either side |
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Watching you with their eyes |
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You did not know |
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You could cause sorrow within |
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Send you a river |
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See the ship on the sea |
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Send you a river |
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'Cos you are not where you want to be |
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We're doubtful... |
