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It never rains but it pours |
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On a sleepy town |
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North of New York |
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It's an old, old score |
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It's a cold, cold world |
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How we gloat |
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At others misfortune |
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A nation of reptiles |
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Given to nothing |
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It's an old, old score |
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It's a cold, cold world |
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Tainted, you could say |
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But never frightened |
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For it is not in my nature |
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I was born of stronger stuff |
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Lies and deceit |
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Will never be enough |
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It's just cause and effect |
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Effect and frustration |
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That leads to desperation |
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And eventual separation |
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It's an old, old score |
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La la la la la la la |
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It never rains |
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A nation of reptiles |
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Given to nothing |
