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the night of a thousand verses |
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one thousand friends said have you heard |
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what we expected |
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we are all working late and |
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waiting to win a prize we don't deserve |
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and live to collect it |
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can't you see i'm weary |
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maybe this news can wait |
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the night of a thousand verses |
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one thousand strivers strain to hear |
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a voice that's left us |
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and the magazines still have to sell us |
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twelve mastergeniuses a year |
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it's all so shameless |
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can't you see i'm weary |
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maybe this news can wait |
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can't you see i'm blurry |
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maybe this news can wait |
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maybe there was a message in it |
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i don't know where you hid it |
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maybe there was a piece that will fit |
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i don't know where to fit it |
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tell me what kind of prize can you get |
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where you don't want to win it |
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can't you see i'm weary |
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maybe this news can wait |
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can't you see i'm blurry |
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maybe this blues can wait |
