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Pull up the sleeve collect the change |
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And make it add up |
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Bring back everything you need |
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You never move just stand around and count the peasants |
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Cherrys falling from the trees |
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And the lonely rain I know it seems a lot like heaven |
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Poor child dont stop here |
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This is only the way to tear soaked eyes and years of aching |
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Cut the rope and drift away |
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You must believe or make the curtain fall together |
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Down the alley in the breeze |
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Dont look confused those birds are only fleas with feathers |
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Theyll turn you back and get you blue its true |
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Now I know their names they talk to me the pain of loosing |
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If someone elses game |
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Shes a notion away relaxing in New English gardens |
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Pushing up the daisy chains |
