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Last year's troubles |
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Last year's troubles |
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Last year's troubles are so old fashioned |
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The robber on the highway the pirate on the seas |
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Maybe it's the clothing that's so entertaining |
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The earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please |
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Here we have heroes of times that have passed now |
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But nobody these days has that kind of chin |
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Over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue |
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You can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin |
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Last year's troubles |
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Last year's troubles |
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Look at all the waifs of Dickensian England |
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Why is it their suffering is more picturesque? |
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Must because their rags are so very Victorian |
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The ones here at home just don't give it their best |
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Last years troubles they shine up so prettily |
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They gleam with a luster, they don't have today |
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'Cause here it's just dirty and violent and troubling |
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Extra |
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Last year's troubles |
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Last year's troubles |
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Trouble is still trouble and evil still evil |
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Sometimes we wonder is there more now, or less? |
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If we had a tool or could tally the handfulls |
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Measure for measure it's the same would be my guess |
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Last year's troubles |
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Last year's troubles |
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Last year's troubles |
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Last year's troubles |
