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How was I supposed to know? |
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You didn't tell me they were gold |
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I didn't smell the coming snow |
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And now they're ruined by the cold |
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How was I supposed to share? |
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You didn't tell me they were fair |
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I didn't see them going spare |
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And now they're buried over there |
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How was I supposed to see? |
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You didn't tell me they were free |
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I didn't hear the falling leaves |
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And now they're rotting underneath |
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How was I to have a clue? |
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You didn't tell me they were new, no |
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I didn't kneel upon the pew |
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And now it's hard to tell the truth |
