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It took ten years to realize |
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Why the angel start to cry |
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When you roll on down the lane |
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Your happy smile, your funny name |
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I'm not being mean, so don't take it hard |
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When I ask you to run round the yard |
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It's so hopeless to close the blinds |
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You know I'd help you if I could |
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But both my arms are made of wood |
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Just don't mean the things that I say |
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It's only 'cause you're made that way |
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Sorry for laughing |
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There's too much happening |
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Sorry for laughing |
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There's too much happening |
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When we grooved on into town |
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Charles Atlas stopped to frown |
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'Cause he's not made like me and you |
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Just can't do the things we do |
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You know it's times like these you have to pay |
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So sorry to turn on that way |
