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Years from now, they will make water from |
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The reservoirs of our idiot tempers |
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Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you |
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Through and through |
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Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter, |
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As he walked from room to room |
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Saying "Women are winning the tournament of hearts, |
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Somebody's got to lose..." |
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Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you. |
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Through and through. |
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Years from now, they will make water from |
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The reservoirs of our idiot tempers |
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Years from now, they will make water from |
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The reservoirs of our idiot tempers |
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Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you |
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Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you |
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Soon enough, work and love, will make a man out of you |
