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I've looked everywhere, |
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Mr. Forbes |
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But I can't find the cello or yet the french horn |
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And I can't find the harp |
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I don't know where it's gone |
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And of course, you can't go without that |
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I've looked everywhere, |
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Mr. Forbes |
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But I can't find your clamshells |
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Your file or your drill |
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And your sheepskin-lined coat is eluding me still |
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And of course, you can't go without that |
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I've looked in the attic, the cellar and hall |
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I've looked in the studio, study and all |
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I've looked in the chest where |
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I thought it should be |
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I've looked in the greenhouses, one, two and three |
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I've looked everywhere, |
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Mr. Forbes |
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But I can't find the dagger and oh why oh why |
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Can't I think what |
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I did with that ol' skill and dye |
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And of course, you can't go without that |
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You can't possibly go without that |
