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Read from start to end and again |
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Hold the feelings which are crossing the brain |
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Strips the chord of a sensible word |
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And what's worse? |
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She left her mark, indelible |
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Oh, the nature of her scripted verse |
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Keeps my eyes set on the page |
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And it says |
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Frankly dear I'm forced to give it up |
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Tried my hand and now I've had enough |
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Even though we have to say goodbye |
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Keep me in mind |
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Keep me in mind |
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Keep me in mind |
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Blamed in advance for the past |
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With no bearing on the present tense |
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All that's left are claims that she made |
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When she said |
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Oh, dear, someday you'll learn to be |
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Someone better, fit to pursue me |
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But till then we'll call it the end |
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And she adds |
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Frankly dear the drifters had it right |
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Stayed the afternoon and left at night |
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Even though we have to say goodbye |
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Keep me in mind |
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Keep me in mind |
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Keep me in mind |
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Keep me in mind |
