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If the nets were full of holes |
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And all the holes were full of dreams |
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And the dreams were full of fortune |
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They'd be bursting at the seams |
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And if the seams were made of gold |
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And you could understand the signs |
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Would you bet your easy money |
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On the Christians or the lions? |
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I'll be true to you |
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No matter what you do |
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How you didlin'? |
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Fair to middlin' |
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I'll be true to you |
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If you put into the history books |
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The writings on the wall |
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You'll turn them into mystery books |
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And they're no use at all |
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No one listens to the losers |
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Or the prophets or the boys |
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If you wanted to you couldn't |
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'Cause they're making too much noise |
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I'll be true to you |
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No matter what you do |
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How you diddlin'? |
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Fair to middlin' |
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I'll be true to you |
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Through the whistlin' and the dancin' and the flyin' of the feet. |
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The drinkin' and the fightin' and the cryin' in the street. |
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There's something I must tell you boy before I jack it in. |
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You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din |
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My daddy was from Scotland |
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And I couldn't understand |
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A single word he said to me |
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Until I was a man |
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It was about the time |
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I had me wisdom tooth put in |
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'Twas then I saw the whiskers |
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Growing on a dead man's chin |
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I'll be true to you |
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No matter what you do |
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How you diddlin' |
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Fair to middlin' |
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I'll be true to you |
