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Face of stone, and lips so cold |
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A mask for all the world to see |
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It's so hard to know what is real |
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But baby, you can always count on me |
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A prickly thorn, can bear a rose |
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A sight for all of us to see |
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It seems that life is oh so strange |
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But baby, you can always count on me |
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Life's solutions, and illusions |
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Things are seldom what they seem |
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Were surrounded by our confusions |
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But baby, you can always count on me |
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There will be trials and tribulations |
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And heartaches yeah And miseries |
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But when it's all over, |
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You can always count on me. |
