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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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But the clock, tick-tock, |
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On the mantlepiece - |
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And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, |
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Her warmth... |
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She's a lady, she's got time, |
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Brush back your hair, 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, 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 has 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, now, now, now, now... |
