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ethel can you hold |
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we're almost through another year |
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then we will ring around |
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and sit with you for seven days |
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just a little more |
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the taste will be bitter 'til we reach our mark |
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we will reach for gold |
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we always do what we've been told |
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when you call me to your end |
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i will put my things beside your bed |
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and where the others will not bend |
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i would be the one to stand instead |
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ethel don't get down |
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we're almost through another year |
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we will all be fine |
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we come together when we're called |
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the men to bear your weight |
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are lining up from tall to short |
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and the tree left in your name |
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with a pot of soil from each of us |
