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A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H |
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I never learned to spell |
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at least not well. |
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1-2-3-4-5-6-7 |
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I never learned to count |
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a great amount. |
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But my busy mind is burning |
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to use what learning I've got. |
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I won't waste any time, |
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I'll strike while the iron is hot. |
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If they asked me, I could write a book |
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about the way you walk and whisper and look. |
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I could write a preface on how we met |
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so the world would never forget. |
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And the simple secret of the plot |
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is just to tell them that I love you a lot. |
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Then the world discovers as my book ends |
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how to make two lovers a friend |