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Sitting alone when her work is through, these days she's listless though that spring sky is blue. |
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Her parents try but it's not much use. |
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Her boyfriend left home, it was late |
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Summertime, life was good, they were young, but glory is purblind, how could a future like that go wrong ? |
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I know the |
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Mayor of this hysterical town, he worked himself up from the dirt on the ground. |
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Now everyone asks him questions and so on. |
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People consider they've a right to be told, he just can't imagine what it is he should know, people naturally wonder what it's all leading to... |
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Oh Anne Garland, you can't call this heartbeat a man. |
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Too sad you bet - we're all caught in history's web. |
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But don't cry too soon, you might as well fall in love with the |
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Moon. Oh Anne |
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Garland, we win or we lose at his hand. |
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Cars collide and they kill the groom, death's neatly spruced for his honeymoon. |
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Find an answer while |
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I leave the room. |
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Man made the neon and he learned how to fly, but |
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Gold made the stars while he fashioned the sky, perhaps |
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I should learn to shut my mouth. |
