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a butterfly is in your hair |
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reminding us it is that time of year |
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a cool shade and a spot in the sun |
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a cold struggle |
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but the tiresome brawl is won |
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how could you talk about suicide |
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how could you possibly see it as right |
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the long road through a deep ravine |
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is leading out into the sun beams. |
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(chorus) |
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let's go out tonight |
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you don't need to be frightened |
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don't say it isn't right |
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move on, jump in, fall out. |
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the old smoke is coughed away |
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a new breeze is blowing in our way |
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tough luck, you've got to change |
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for such a long long fall |
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you've been out of range. |
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look in the mirror, there's still good news |
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don't need the make up |
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you won't look used |
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can't wake the dead up |
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no what you need |
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is just a bar and some debauchery. |
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(chorus) |
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let's go out tonight |
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you don't need to be frightened |
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don't say it isn't right |
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move on, jump in, fall out. |
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I passed the church on my morning walk |
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crossed my mind she's made of chalk |
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and more white than the holy saints |
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but not quite immune to this black malaise |
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I grabbed a smile off the midday sky |
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got me thinking, do you wanna know why |
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it's all there and it's right outside |
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come on kick the door and go face the light. |
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(chorus) |
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let's go out tonight |
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you don't need to be frightened |
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don't say it isn't right |
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move on, jump in, fall out. |
