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Well, she crept back in the house at half past three |
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Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep |
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"If you really loved me," she said |
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"I wouldn't have to be so mean" |
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He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer |
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He sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor |
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It's evidence of what he was like |
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He likes to remember when |
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Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near |
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And we're treading water now and holding back our tears |
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And the day is rising |
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We're sinking sha la la la la |
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In a minute it will all be coming down |
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And they know it now but no one makes a sound |
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Such a shame to ruin this bright |
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Lazy sunny day |
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Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near |
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And we're treading water now and holding back our tears |
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And the day is rising |
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We're sinking sha la la la la |
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My, my, the cruelest lies |
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Are often told without a word |
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My, my, the kindest truths |
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Are often spoken but never heard |
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She said, "You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth |
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You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you" |
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And he said, "Well I hate that it's come to this |
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But baby I was doing fine, how do you think |
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That I survived the other 25 before you?" |
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Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near |
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We're treading water now and holding back our tears |
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And the day is rising |
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We're sinking sha la la la la |