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You've been a fool and so have i |
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But come I'll be your wife |
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And let us try before we die |
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To make some sense of life |
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We're neither pure nor wise nor good |
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We'll do the best we know |
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We'll build our house and chop our wood |
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And make our garden grow |
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And make our garden grow |
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I thought the world was sugar cake |
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For so our master said |
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But now I'll teach my hands to bake |
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Our loaf of daily bread |
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We're neither pure nor wise nor good |
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We'll do the best we know |
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We'll build house and chop our wood |
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And make our garden grow |
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And make our garden grow |
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Let dreamers dream what worlds they please |
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Those edens can't be found |
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The sweetest flowers |
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The fairest trees |
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Are grown in solid ground |
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We're neither pure nor wise nor good |
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We'll do the best we know |
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We'll build our house and chop our wood |
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And make our garden grow |
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And make our garden grow |
