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Play me old King Cole |
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That I may join with you |
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All your hearts now seem so far from me |
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It hardly seems to matter now |
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And the nurse will tell you lies |
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Of a kingdom beyond the skies |
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But I am lost within this half world |
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It hardly seems to matter now |
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Play me my song |
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Here it comes again |
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Play me my song |
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Here it comes again |
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Just a little bit |
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Just a little bit more time |
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Time left to live out my life |
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Play me my song |
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Here it comes again |
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Play me my song |
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Here it comes again |
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul |
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And a merry old soul was he |
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So he called for his pipe |
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And he called for his bowl |
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And he called for his fiddlers three |
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The clock, tick-tock |
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On the mantelpiece |
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And I want and I feel |
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And I know and I touch the wall |
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She's a lady, she's got time |
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Brush back your hair |
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And let me get to know your face |
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She's a lady, she is mine |
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Brush back your hair |
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And let me get to know your flesh |
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I've been waiting here for so long |
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And all this time that passed me by |
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It doesn't seem to matter now |
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You stand there with your fixed expression |
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Casting doubt on all I have to say |
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Why don't you touch me, touch me? |
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Why don't you touch me, touch me? |
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Touch me now |
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Now, now, now |
