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A bag of gold for all the tears |
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A string of pearls to count the years |
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I saw a poor boy crawling back |
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He hates to love |
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And he will drown himself in a papercup |
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And he will lie about the dreams he had |
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No, he won't smile cause he's far too proud |
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But he will sing about his hate aloud |
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A starless night on killing fields |
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A new found light for thee who yield |
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I saw a rich boy talking back |
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He loves to hate |
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And he will drown himself in a papercup |
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And he will lie about the dreams he had |
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No, he won't smile cause he's far too proud |
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But he will sing about his hate aloud |
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And in time |
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All his sorrows and the hate will blow him away |
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Cause I know |
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What he won't know come the day |
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And he will drown himself in a papercup |
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And he will lie about the life he led |
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No, he won't smile cause he's far too proud |
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But he will sing about his hate aloud |
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Neither the gold nor the pearls can help you |
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Someday you'll stumble and tumble and crumble |
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One day the starlit night might guide you |
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One day believe me you'll let love find you |
