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I used to play the trumpet once but now |
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I play guitar |
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Somebody told you it's more mellow. |
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Well I've played a lot of music since but |
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I really haven't grown that far |
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Somebody said that you're just yellow. |
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So I keep it up on the shelf |
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And it's funny how you keep it all to yourself |
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Hey honey, could there ever be, |
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Should there ever be, |
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Could there ever be something else? |
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You know I used to swing my silver sword, the dragons hit the ground |
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Whatever happened to the maidens? |
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Well I'd swing my silver sword again and they would all fall down |
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Would you leave them lying there where you had laid them? |
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And I used to have a country once, where it's gone |
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I do not know. |
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Where do you think you might have lost it? |
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I used to raise the flag at dawn, but that was very long ago |
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Maybe you can find it where you tossed it. |
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Well I tossed it up on the shelf |
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And it's funny how you've kept it all for yourself |
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Hey honey, could there ever be, |
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Should there ever be, |
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Could there ever be something else? |
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I used to say my prayers boys, |
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I used to sing the hymns |
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Even the echo's disappearing. |
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They've broken the stained windows, the cathedral's getting dim. |
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Then what is this dirge that we are hearing? |
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Well it comes from up on the shelf |
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And it's funny how you sing it only for yourself |
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Hey honey, could there ever be, |
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Should there ever be, |
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Could there ever be something else? |
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Well, I used to have a lover once, |
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I used to have a friend |
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How in the hell you ever find one? |
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My song is almost over now, my story's at an end |
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You lived yourself a good life but a blind one. |
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Well I've hidden there up on the shelf |
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And it's funny how you've kept it all for yourself |
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Hey honey, could there ever be, |
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Should there ever be, |
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Could there ever be something else? |
