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Oh Mrs. O |
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Will you tell us where the naughty children go |
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Will you show |
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How the sky turned white and everybody froze |
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Heaven knows how they got into the fireplace |
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But everybody's saying grace |
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And trying to keep a happy face |
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And oh Mrs. O |
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Will you teach us how to keep from getting cold |
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Out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow |
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What a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards |
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And fifty foot extension cords |
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You really have a way with words |
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The truth won't save you now |
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The sky is falling down |
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Watch the vultures count the hours |
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April trains may bring strange showers |
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And oh Mrs. O |
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Will you tell about the time they made you go |
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All alone to the palace where they took your only clothes |
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We all know |
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There's no hell and no Hiroshima |
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Chernobyl was a cover up |
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The world is really all in love |
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And oh Mrs. o |
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Will you leave us hanging now that we are grown |
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Up and old |
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Will you kill me if I say I told you so |
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We all know |
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There's no hitler and no holocaust |
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No winter and no santa clause |
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And yes, virginia, all because |
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The truth won't save you now |
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The sky is falling down |
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Everything they ever told us |
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Shakes our faith and breaks their promise |
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But you can stop the truth from leaking |
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If you never stop believing |
