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When you were very young, the world was younger than you, |
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As merry as a carousel, |
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The circus tent was strung with ever star in the sky, |
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Above the ring I loved so well. |
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Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold, |
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Sit there and count your fingers, what can you do, |
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Old girl, you're through. |
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Just sit there and count your little fingers, unlucky little girl blue. |
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Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you, |
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It's time you knew, |
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All you can count on are the raindrops that fall on little girl blue. |
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No use, old girl, you might as well surrender, |
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Your hopes are getting slender, |
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Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy to cheer up little girl blue. |
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Sit there and count your fingers |
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What can you do |
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Old girl you're through |
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Sit there, count your little fingers |
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Unhappy little girl blue. |
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Sit there and count the raindrops |
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Falling on you |
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It's time you knew |
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All you can ever count on |
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Are the raindrops |
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That fall on little girl blue |
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Won't you just sit there |
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Count the little raindrops |
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Falling on you |
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'Cause it's time you knew |
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All you can ever count on |
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Are the raindrops |
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That fall on little girl blue |
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No use old girl |
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You might as well surrender |
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'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender |
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Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy |
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To cheer up little girl blue |
