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Tied this letter to a red balloon |
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Flew this letter off across the roofs |
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Along with all the plans I made |
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Ooh... |
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Over crippled cranes and twisted steel |
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Deadlines overgrown and missing wheels |
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A "told you so" communique |
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Ooh... |
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Told you so |
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Told you so |
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The biggest of mistakes can be forgiven |
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But a snowball of little white lies will crush your house |
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From the razor wire, an oily rag |
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And it's what you make the nation's flag |
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Pray you never sleep again |
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Ooh... |
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Oh, and laughable the crying shame |
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Oh, the mark I made against your name |
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I hope this finds you less than sane |
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Ooh... |
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Told you so |
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Told you so |
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For you to think that history's rewritten |
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You'd have to think the dead will be forgotten |
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Your snowball of little white lies has crushed our house |
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When the pills you take |
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No longer help you |
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Fading in your garden chair |
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A hundred and two |
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You'll see the light dim |
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You'll lose the birdsong |
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You'll hear the voices you've been holding off for so long |
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Buzzing 'round you |
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And then a hurricane |
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A hundred thousand souls |
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And every one in pain |
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They'll come and visit you |
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We'll come and visit you |
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(Never sleep again) |
