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Well, today a friend told me this sorry tale |
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As he stood there trembling and turning pale |
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He said each day's harder to get on the scale |
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Sort of like Jacob Marley's chain |
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But it's not like life's such a vale of tears |
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It's just full of thoughts that act as souvenirs |
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For those tiny blunders made in yesteryear |
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That comprise Jacob Marley's chain |
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Well, I had a little metaphor to state my case |
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It encompassed the condition of the human race |
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Nut to my dismay, it left without a trace |
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Except for the sound of Jacob Marley's chain |
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Now there is no story left to tell |
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So I think I'd rather just go on to hell |
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Where there's a snowball's chance that the personnel |
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Might help to carry Jacob Marley's chain |
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Help to carry Jacob Marley's chain... |
