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Tainting a picture of us now |
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Forever forgive |
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'Cause Little Missy Misery set foot in the ocean |
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But never the sea |
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I'll bury her under the ground |
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Next to the old lemon tree |
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For the fruits have grown sour and bitter |
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That no one would eat |
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Call her back and call myself a freak |
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Bend the rules so I can show her home |
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Shave my head and change the way i think of |
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The way I feel |
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The way I feel |
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The way i feel |
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Call to her heart I will offer my shield |
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The sour has turned into sweet |
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Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall |
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For they will choke the lemon tree |
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Months will go on |
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Like sand to stone |
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Maybe I'll grow old |
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Maybe I won't |
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Call her back and call myself a freak |
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Bend the rules so I can show her home |
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Shave my head and change the way i think of |
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The way I feel |
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The way I feel |
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The way i feel |
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Call to her heart I will offer my shield |
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The sour has turned into sweet |
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Let not the wheat in this garden grow tall |
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For they will choke the lemon tree |