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And what a wondrous thing, |
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You have found within, |
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And what a wondrous thing, |
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The pretty fools who sing |
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To a different tune, |
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The night would take them soon, |
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You only have to prey, |
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Forever and a day |
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And you must pity me, |
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I'm sure you'll prey for me, |
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And you want to cradle me, |
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And you have my sympathy |
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And what a wretched thing, |
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You have found within, |
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You ever wondered why, |
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You're leaving us to die |
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Keep signing to your tune, |
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The night will take you soon, |
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A tiny sacrifice, |
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For your private paradise |
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And you must pity me, |
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And I'm sure you'll prey for me, |
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And you want to cradle me, |
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And you have my sympathy |
