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I once saw silver linings |
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now I only see clouds |
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Where once I had a thousand friends |
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now got a crowd |
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I used to say that everything |
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will work out in the end |
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but to the beaten and heartbroken ones |
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you just can't pretend |
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Where once I had an open heart |
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now I close it like a fort |
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With great stone walls and archers poised |
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and a guard at every door |
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And if a stranger should come knocking |
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on a cold and lampless night |
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with a cloak and dagger close at hand |
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I'll be safe inside. |
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Here's three cheers for the beaten |
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Three cheers for the broke |
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Here's three cheers for the wind-blown ones |
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at the bottom of that rope |
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Here's three cheers for those |
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cannot say the glass is half full |
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Here's three cheers if you can't count sheep |
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and you end up counting wolves |
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The birds are singin' in the trees |
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but little do they know |
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the very limbs they stand upon |
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will be buried in the snow |
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And the wavin trees and buzzin bees |
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and flowers pink and red |
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will all turn grey and all fall down |
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when summer ends |
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All that's good and right I've seen |
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you could balance on a knife |
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You may call it cynical |
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but I just call it life |
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And those few with golden souls |
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will be trampled in the ground |
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under the boots of those marchin fools |
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who always run this town |
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Here's three cheers for the beaten |
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Three cheers for the broke |
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Here's three cheers for the wind blown ones |
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at the bottom of that rope |
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Here's three cheers for those |
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cannot say the glass is half full |
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Here's three cheers if you can't count sheep |
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and you end up counting wolves |
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Is there nobody out there to lift |
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the curse upon this place |
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for sake of all us rats down here |
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circling a maze? |
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If a message in a bottle |
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then I'd send it off in haste |
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in a rocket at the speed of sound bound |
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for outer space! |