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Old man sunshine, listen you |
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Never tell me dreams come true |
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Just try it and I'll start a riot |
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Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare |
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Ever tell me he will care |
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I'm certain, it's the final curtain |
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I never want to hear |
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From any cheerful Polly Annas |
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Who tells you fate supplies a mate |
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It's all bananas |
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They're writing songs of love but not for me |
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A lucky stars above but not for me |
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With love to lead the way |
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I've found more clouds of gray |
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Than any Russian play could guarantee |
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I was a fool to fall and get that way |
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Ah, ho, alas and awe so lackaday |
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Although I can't dismiss |
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The memory of his kiss |
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I guess he never had eyes for me |
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I was a fool to fall and get that way |
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Ah ho alas and awe so lackaday |
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Although I can't dismiss |
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The memory of his kiss |
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I guess, yes, he's not for me |