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Staring from a cardboard castle, down and out |
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One of life's young students finds out what it's all about |
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Paper flooder's, angry taxi-drivers shout |
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From the pages of a paper, candles shine |
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On a perfect table laid for two, who love to dine |
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They suggest a highly recommended wine |
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Once again, the same old line |
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Why so sad, my fine young friend |
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Why so blue? |
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We, we carriage horses stand in single file |
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Someone at a crowded bus stop wears a friendly smile |
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Touching nerves that no one's heard from, in a while |
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Papers from the same old file |
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Why so sad, my fine young friend |
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Why so blue? |
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Sometimes when I meet |
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You know, they have to meet again |
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Sometimes, birds of summer |
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Got to fly together, oh |
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From a dingy attic window, candles shine |
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On a perfect table laid for two, who love to dine |
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Now they drink the highly recommended wine |
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Free at last and feeling fine |
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I'm so glad, my fine young friend |
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Glad for you |
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I'm so glad, my fine young friend |
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Glad for you, you used to be so blue |
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You used to be so blue |
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Why so blue? |
