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Nebakanzer never knew |
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He left his needle outside in the rain |
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And it rusted through |
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He had twenty-nine blackbirds |
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But only one flew |
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Spent most of his time making holes |
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And licking his wounds |
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Nebakanezer lost his wife |
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She took her diamond rings and was |
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Gone before the light |
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She left one satin shoe |
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And a very dull knife |
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She left one satin shoe |
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And a very dull knife |
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So tell us what the sorry singer might do |
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All of his friends complain |
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That they got the flu |
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They ain't sick in the head |
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They look like the living dead |
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And that's not cool |
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Nebakanzer never knew |
|
He left his needle outside in the rain |
|
And it rusted through |
|
He had twenty-nine blackbirds |
|
But only one flew |
|
Spent most of his time making holes |
|
And licking his wounds |
|
Nebakanezer lost his wife |
|
She took her diamond rings and was |
|
Gone before the light |
|
She left one satin shoe |
|
And a very dull knife |
|
She left one satin shoe |
|
And a very dull knife |
|
So tell us what the sorry singer might do |
|
All of his friends complain |
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That they got the flu |
|
They ain't sick in the head |
|
They look like the living dead |
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And that's not cool |
