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So the Count of |
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Monte Christo |
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Threw the cape over his head |
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Gave me a penny for my thoughts |
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But wouldn't get no change, just |
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Old aged rhythms |
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They were singing in his brain for |
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A mechanical crusade tried to shoot down his aeroplane |
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I see, you see |
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Ain't no more honey from this bee |
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I see, you see |
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Stung you've got a hold on me |
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I see, you see |
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Ain't no more honey from this bee |
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I see, you see |
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Stung you've got a hold |
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I want to make you feel so special |
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It's time to break the ice |
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Bless you and your wicked ways |
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For I guess that these are stranger days |
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But the tact must change for |
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The duchess to reveal her face |
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I'd give you all my pennies |
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For your gallantry at tomorrow's gate |
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When I see, you see |
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Ain't no more honey from this bee |
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I see, you see |
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I'm stung you've got a hold on me |
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I see, you see |
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Ain't no more honey from this bee |
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I see, you see |
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I'm stung you've got a hold |
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So the Count of |
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Monte Christo |
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Threw the cape over his head |
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Gave me a penny for my thoughts |
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But wouldn't get no change, just |
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Old aged rhythms |
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They were singing in his brain for |
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A mechanical crusade tried to shoot down his aeroplane |
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I see, you see... |
