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I'm a glum one |
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It's explainable |
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I've met someone |
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unattainable |
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Life's a bore |
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The world is my |
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oyster no more |
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All the papers |
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Where I lead the news |
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With my capers |
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Now will spread the news |
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Superman turned out to be |
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A flash-in-the-pan |
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I've flown around the world in a plane |
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I've settled revolutions in Spain |
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The North Pole I have charted |
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But I can't get started with you |
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Around the golf course I'm under par |
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And all the movies want me to star |
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I've built a house and show place |
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But I can't get no place with you |
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You're so supreme |
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Lyrics that I write of you |
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Scheme, just for a sight of you |
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And I dream both day and night of you |
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And what good does it do |
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In 1929, I sold short |
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In London, I'm presented at court |
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But you've got me down hearted, |
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Cause I can't get started with you |
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You're so supreme |
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Lyrics that I write of you |
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Scheme, just for a sight of you |
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And I dream both day and night of you |
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And what good does it do |
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In 1929, I sold short |
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In London, I'm presented at court |
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But you've got me down hearted, |
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Cause I can't get started with you, with you |
