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And though I stood on tenterhooks |
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I still took one last lingering look |
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And there was so much left unsaid |
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But as they say, you makes your bed |
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But as they say, you makes your bed |
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Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered |
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Together, you and I have changed the world |
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As long as there was no blood spilt |
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On my fresh white sheets |
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I'm fit as a fiddle but so non-commital |
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It's all I can do to stifle a smile |
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It's all I can do to stifle a smile |
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When you tell me Old Mother Earth's turning senile |
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Mother Earth keeps turning and turning |
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While, of course, our young hearts are yearning |
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And when you tell me |
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You tell me |
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Oh when you tell me |
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You tell me |
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Don't make any bones about it |
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You just tell me |
