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Life is dull, it's nothing but one big lull |
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Then presto you do a skull |
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And find that you're reeling |
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She sighs and you're feeling like a toy on a string |
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And your heart goes |
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Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding |
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How could that funny face that seemed to be common place |
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Project you right in to space without any warning? |
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Don't know if it's morning, night time, winter or spring |
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What's the difference? |
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Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding |
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She takes your hand, this captivating creature |
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And like it's planned, you're in the phone book |
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Looking for the nearest preacher |
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Life is swell, you're off to that small hotel |
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And somewhere a village bell |
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Will sound in the steeple, announcing to people |
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Love's the loveliest thing and the bell goes |
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Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding |
