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Choice the devil take you |
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What I have I want to learn to appreciate you |
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Every line traces history of emotion |
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& your smile |
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& I thank the lord |
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That beauty's getting older |
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In the eye of the beholder |
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There'll be no pin-back cheeks for me |
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No lolita on my knee |
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Choice is distraction |
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All I want is easy action |
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One of gold worth a hundred of your nickel |
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& your time |
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& I thank the lord |
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That beauty's getting older |
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In the eye of the beholder |
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There'll be no portrait up my stairs |
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There'll be no grecian in my hair |
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& I thank the lord |
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That beauty's getting older |
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In the eye of the beholder |
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There'll be no pin-back cheeks for me |
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No lolita on my knee |
