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i see the morning dew creeping on in |
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iside a calling voice from deep within |
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so i borrowed a book |
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with pages so blank and wrote down some words |
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then i sang them out so they could be heard |
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dont you worry it will be returned |
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to you all shiny and new |
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dont you worry it will be returned to you |
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all shiny and new |
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walking down what used to be my street |
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now paved with disbelief |
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friendly faces turning away, ay |
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whispering hey hey now hey now hey now |
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there he goes, he must be mad |
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speaking of a friendly place in this world, |
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aint that sad |
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now ive got trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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fly me away |
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when ive got trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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wont you bring me the day |
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now ive got trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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fly me away |
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when ive got trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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wont you bring me the day |
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dont you worry it will be returned |
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dont you worry it will be returned to you |
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dont you worry it will be returned |
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to you all shiny and new |
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dont you worry it will be returned to you |
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all shiny and new |
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Came to me |
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Came to me |
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Came to me |
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with nothing but nothing but nothing but nothing but hate |
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we're nothing but |
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trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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fly me away |
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when ive got trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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wont you bring me the day |
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now ive got trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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fly me away when ive got trouble |
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when ive got trouble, trouble trouble yeah |
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wont you bring me the day |