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The voice that whispersin our head |
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Suggesting we just stay in bed |
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Does it seem sweeter-sounding lately |
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To you as well? |
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Mine sounds a bit like |
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Nat King Cole |
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Scrambling for change |
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To pay the toll |
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This love has lasted longer than we |
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Did expect |
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We never would have guessed |
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We never could have guessed |
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Becoming somehow turns into become |
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While the work that we must do is |
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The work that we must do is |
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It's never done |
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May I audition for the part |
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Of sweeping up your dusty heart |
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Well I think |
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I know its darkest corners |
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Fairly well |
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And may this melody play sweet |
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Upon those dark deserted streets |
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Where we forever wait |
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To meet our mother's heart |
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We never would have guessed |
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We never could have guessed |
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Becoming somehow turns into become |
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While the work that we must do is |
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The work that we must do is |
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It's never done[instrumental section] |
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We never would have guessed |
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We never could have guessed |
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Becoming somehow turns into become |
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While the work that we must do is |
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The work that we must do is |
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It's never done |
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No, it's never done |
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It's never done |
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No, it's never done |
