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No big hope. |
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No big pain. |
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No big club, that's clobbering your name. |
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'Cos the world, |
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is the same. |
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No big deal. |
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No great shame. |
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What gets off, will even out again. |
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And the joy, will remain. |
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No more looks |
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at them girls. |
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Are you glad that you went back to her, |
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and she took you, the same? |
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God has his hands, in every stand of trees that offer shade. |
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You couldn't love me, with the buzzing that drove bees away. |
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Will you be alright as a small-bone by the orange walk? |
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Will it sink in that you're the best idea I've had all day? |
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And it will, |
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someday it will, |
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God-willing it will, |
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Someday it will, |
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God-willing, it will. |
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No great fun. |
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No big sigh. |
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No great ideas for how to change your life. |
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No small feat, |
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in my shoes. |
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No big step. |
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No big sleep. |
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No great sense |
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of losing happiness, |
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when it's already turned. |
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No big planes |
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to take you home. |
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No big trees, to block out all the snow. |
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And I don't mind the weight. |
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Come settle near me, |
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have a drink and maybe throw it up. |
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Come now, it's not so bad to have to take it nice and slow. |
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The radiator where you lay, curled up like a fallen hair. |
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My love a clean stone, like a window with its morning eyes. |
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And it will, |
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someday it will. |
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God-willing, it will. |
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Someday, it will. |
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God-willing, it will. |
