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Tra la la la |
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Tra la la la |
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Tra la la la |
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Tra la la la |
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Try to laugh |
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This life |
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With a scary way, I think it might be broken |
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I'd like the knife |
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It cuts |
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My love is merely something like a pumpkin |
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Because I feel |
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Alone |
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And disguise my tongue |
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All because |
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Because my heart |
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Is cold |
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And the words, they burn |
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Burn my soul |
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Tra la la la |
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Tra la la la |
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Tra la la la |
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Tra la la la |
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I try to laugh |
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This life |
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It takes the birds that think they're going the wrong direction |
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I like the way |
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She combs (Tra la la la) |
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My love has merely stolen my reflection |
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Because I feel |
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Alone |
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And disguise my tongue |
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All is wrong |
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Because my heart (Oh) |
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Is cold |
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And the words, they burn |
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Burn my soul |
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(Ooh) |
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My love is merely something like a pumpkin |
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Tra la la la |
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Tra la la la |
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(Yeahh) |
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Tra la la la |
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(Ooh) |