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Jack and Jill went up the hill |
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To fetch a pail of water |
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Jack fell down and broke his crown |
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And Jill came tumbling after |
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New Year's Eve, the boy downtown |
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To see the pauper's daughter |
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Half past six the date was fixed |
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The gate to raven I call him |
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Knew the score, there was no door |
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But sweet light shone from the ceiling |
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She was dressed in blue, a family friend |
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Calling red, they were singing |
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Singing, singing, woah |
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I played a tune from room to room |
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Holding hands like a children's tune |
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There was no charming, no waiting no tears |
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Pauper's teaching like a son, like feel |
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Looking back, no rumours |
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Memory lingering on and on, on and on |
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They would sing it |
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They would sing it |
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Woah, yeah, yeah |
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Half past six the date was fixed |
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The gate to raven I call him |
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Knew the score, there was no door |
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But sweet light shone from the ceiling |
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She was dressed in blue, a family friend |
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Calling red, they were singing, woah |
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They were singing |
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Jack and Jill went up the hill |
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To fetch a pail of water |
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Jack fell down and broke his crown |
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And Jill came tumbling after |
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Jack and Jill went up the hill |
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To fetch a pail of water |
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Jack fell down and broke his crown |
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And Jill came tumbling after |
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Pauper's daughter and I |
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Pauper's daughter and I |
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Pauper's daughter and I |