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Very soon I will be |
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In the deep blue sea |
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Wrapped in chicken wire |
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By my own device |
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The navy'll come |
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The sharks will bite |
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It will be so hard to fight |
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Wrapped in chicken wire |
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By my own device |
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Mama, don't go |
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Mama, don't leave me, Lord |
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Wall to wall |
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The carpet crawls |
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Up the stairs and down the hall |
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To the invalid |
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In his dying bed |
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Upon the floor |
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The guests will step |
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And everyone will leave |
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Except the invalid in his dying bed |
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The maid'll call |
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The ambulance |
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As the children dance |
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To Billie Jean |
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By the neighbor's fence |
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The medics'll come |
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Haul him away |
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And as they leave, they'll sweetly say |
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I'm sorry, ma'am, but it's for the best |
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Mama, don't go |
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Mama, don't leave him, Lord |
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So very soon |
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I will be |
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In the deep blue sea |
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Wrapped in chicken wire |
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By my own device |
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The navy'll come |
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The sharks will bite |
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It will be so hard to fight |
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Wrapped in chicken wire |
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By my own device |
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Mama, don't go |
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Mama, don't leave me, Lord |
