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Don't fret now. |
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Don't be so tired. |
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No mope, mope, mope-a-dope! |
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No, it's not as bad as all of that. |
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Don't be no misery goat! "How are ya?" "How are ya?" "How are ya?" |
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I could cry. |
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I could just cry. |
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Oh, the tears fall down. (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.) |
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I sang three songs and marched around, |
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Marched around, |
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Marched around. |
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I sang three songs and marched around. |
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Looka here. |
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Here comes the poetry! "I'm a cave with the wind inside." "I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!" |
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What! What's the point, hunh? |
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Don't be no misery goat! (I've got one bright hope.) (I've got one ride home.) |
