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There's a place where everyone can be happy. |
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It's the most beautiful place in the whole ****ing world. |
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It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains, |
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And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls, |
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And you know I wish that I could got there. |
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It's a road that I have not found. |
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And I wish you the best of luck, dear. |
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Drop a card or letter to my side of town. |
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Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, |
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But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and |
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You... painted my entire world. |
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But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. |
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And I won't forget it. |
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There's a place where everyone can be right, |
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Even though you remain determined to be opposed. |
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Admittance requires no qualifications: |
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It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes. |
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So please try not to be impatient, |
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For we all hate standing in line. |
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And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought, |
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And eternity, my friend, is a long ****ing time. |
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Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, |
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But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and |
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You... painted my entire world. |
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But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled. |
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And I won't forget it. |
