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He Comes home hanging onto his head, |
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The long Day's events wearing him down, |
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as he climbs straight up to bed. |
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If only she saw the same day, |
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She might understand that there's nothing left to see, |
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I guess misery is sick of the company, |
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There's no need to complain. |
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I do believe, that were running out, |
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that we're running out of steam. |
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Remember that there was a time, |
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when you smashed all the dishes, |
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and I stood still in the rain for the fire. |
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Then we danced til the light of the day, |
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only now we're here dancing, |
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oh I'm very cold |
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I guess the mysteries is not what it used to be |
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there's no need to complain |
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I do believe, that were running out, |
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that we're running out of steam. |
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You're here with me, |
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but you're with doubt, |
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that we're running out of steam. |
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now there's only one thing left to say |
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after all of the changes, why did we stay the same? |
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Oooo... |
