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Down with love, the flowers and rice and shoes |
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Down with love, the root of all midnight blues |
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Down with things that give you that well known ping |
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Take that moon wrap it in cellophane |
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Down with love, let's liquidate all its friends |
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Moon and June and roses and rainbow's ends |
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Down with songs that moan about night and day |
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Down with love, yes, take it away, away |
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Away, far away |
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Give it back to the birds and the bees |
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And the Viennese |
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Down with eyes romantic and stupid |
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Down with sighs and down with Cupid |
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Brother, let's stuff that dove |
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Down with love |
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Down with love let's liquidate all its friends |
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The moons, the Junes, the roses and rainbow's ends |
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Down with songs that moan about night and day |
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Down with love, yes, take it away, away |
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Far away, so very, very far away |
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Give it back to the birds and the bees |
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And especially the Viennese |
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Down with eyes romantic and stupid |
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Down with sighs and down with Cupid |
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Brother, let's stuff that dove |
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Down with love |
