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Six o'clock, it's nearly dark |
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Kicking leaves up in the park |
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My hands in pockets by the green |
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Wishing that my nails were clean |
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I lean my back against a tree |
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A black bird sits and stares at me |
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Reflected in his dark black eye |
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The legacy of all my eyes... Now |
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Upstairs in the house tonight |
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I'm coming down to see you |
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I won't stay in, you won't come out |
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What are we gonna do about it |
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Upstairs in the house tonight |
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I'm coming down to see you |
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I won't stay in, you won't come out |
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Little bit swings and roundabouts |
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Now ten o'clock, I'm drinking beer |
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I don't know why I come in here |
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Well it's cold outside, yes that's true |
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And I don't really have much else to do |
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There's someone standing at my arm |
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I think he means to do some harm |
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'Cause he says he used to be a hero |
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Staring down into his beer... Oh |
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Upstairs in the house tonight |
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I'm coming down to see you |
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I won't stay in, you won't come out |
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What are we gonna do about it |
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Upstairs in the house tonight |
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I'm coming down to see you |
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I won't stay in, you won't come out |
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Little bit swings and roundabouts |
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Now first... Number one |
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Can anybody really ever know someone |
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Two, three |
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Why is everybody talking about me |
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Four, five |
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Is it just for this that we strive |
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Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven |
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Two figures together add up to eleven |
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Upstairs in the house tonight |
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I'm coming down to see you |
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I won't stay in, you won't come out |
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What are we gonna do about it |
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Upstairs in the house tonight |
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I'm coming down to see you |
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I won't stay in, you won't come out |
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Little bit swings and roundabouts |
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Listen to me laughing, Mary |
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Ha, ha, ha... |
