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Father once told me that the night is so ghastly |
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It was born to be beastly. |
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And did you ever think of yourself as a runaway? |
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Did you gaze upon the waves and did you consider yourself |
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A symphony of runaways? |
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Oh my body is lost on the pity of bosses, |
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Oh there's values and costs in the wondering if you should |
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Throw yourself up on runaways, |
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Skip the hills and cut yourself up on runaways |
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Mercer is a merchant, a policy merchant: |
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He calls himself urgent! |
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He gathers all of the urchins up in their [filthy] tearaways, |
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He gathers them into his palm and then he sings "Another day!" |
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Oh, the Vale-dic-dic-torian is about to pay, |
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He gutted 20 sturgeons up from the silver bay |
