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It's all over |
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Before I saw |
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Before I took |
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Too soon to see |
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That there was nothing |
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Left for me |
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She sang low a lullaby |
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Will I really fail at every single thing I try |
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And will the moon eclipse the sun |
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I ate the knife |
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And the knife won |
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There comes a time |
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In each dumb life |
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When each of us |
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Must feed his wife |
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And love her true |
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And never hurt |
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And do the things |
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That you must do |
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She sang low a lullaby |
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Will I really fail at every single thing I try |
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And will the moon eclipse the sun |
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I ate the knife |
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And the knife won |
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(I have born this ragged ride |
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exposure has made me deride) |
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And there's a joke |
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That has a twist |
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And does not end in wedded bliss |
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She sang a low lullaby |
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Will I really fail at every single thing I try |
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And will the moon eclipse the sun |
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I ate the knife |
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And the knife won |
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It's all over |
