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Sit beside the breakfast table |
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Think about your troubles |
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Pour yourself a cup of tea |
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Then think about the bubbles |
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You can take your teardrops |
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And drop 'em in a teacup |
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Take 'em down to the riverside |
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And throw 'em over the side |
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To be swept up by a current |
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Then taken to the ocean |
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To be eaten by some fishes |
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Who were eaten by some fishes |
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And swallowed by a whale |
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Who grew so old he decomposed |
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He died and left his body |
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To the bottom of the ocean |
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Now everybody knows |
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That when a body decompses |
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The basic elements |
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Are given back to the ocean |
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And the sea does what it oughta |
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And soon there's salty water |
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Which is not to good for drinkin' ' |
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Cause it tastes just like a teardrop |
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So we run it through a filter |
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And it comes out from a faucet |
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Where it pours into a teapot |
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Which is just about to bubble |
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Now think about your troubles. |