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Truly with his thorn in your side |
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And you don't know why |
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Julie dips her toe in the tide |
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And you don't know why |
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No, she don't know why |
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She got all dolled up for a suicide |
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And when the stage lights dimmed on the fading scrim |
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It was morning before the cheering died |
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Is it too late to tell you that |
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I don't mind? |
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King George in imperial robe and a lazy eyeknelt down as the semaphore |
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Broke on his tawdry bride |
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But we don't know why |
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He got all stressed out on the motherland |
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With his T |
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V sets and his fighter jets |
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And the royal ubiquitous handycam |
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Is it too late to tell you that |
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I don't mind? |
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So, here's you with your mom on your back |
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Going into the woods |
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She's so proud that you're staying on track |
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Like a good son should |
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But you don't know why you got |
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All choked up when you said goodbye |
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And you can hear her still when the nights are still |
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All crying out for calamine |
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Is it too late to tell you that |
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I don't mind? |
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Is it too late to tell you that |
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I don't mind? |
