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You think I'll run, not walk, to you
Why would I want to talk to you?
I want you crawling back to me
Down on your knees, yeah
Like an appendectomy
Sans anesthesia
If you think you can leave the past behind
You must be out of your mind
If you think you can simply press rewind
You must be out of your mind, son
You must be out of your mind
You want what you turned off turned on
You call it sunset, now it's dawn
You can't go around just saying stuff
Because it's pretty
And I no longer drink enough
To think you're witty
If you think you can leave the past behind
You must be out of your mind
If you think you can simply press rewind
You must be out of your mind, son
You must be out of your mind
You want to kindle that old flame
I don't remember your real name
It must be something scandalous
Lurks in your shallows
If you need a Santa Claus
To buy your gallows
If you think you can leave the past behind
You must be out of your mind
If you think you can simply press rewind
You must be out of your mind, son
You must be out of your mind
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The moon-blue rays of magical light
Festoon her face this beautiful night
The moon her only lover
But soon even that will be over
So they climb high
In the violet sky
And they dance
And he'll whisper
All his mysteries to her
As they dance
He will fall
In love,
Poor fellow
Just when all
Above
Turns yellow
And the dawn breaks his heart
He will fall
In love,
Poor fellow
Just when all
Above
Turns yellow
And the dawn breaks his heart
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We are havin' a hootenanny now
We are havin' a hootenanny now
Do-si-do down to our hoedown
Our rootin'-tootin' hootenanny
Havin' a hootenanny now
Come and take our personality quiz
Come and take our personality quiz
Get the lowdown on our hoedown
We'll tell you where it is
If'n you take our personality quiz
There'll be somebody there who understands
There'll be somebody there who understands
They won't eat you, they will greet you
And gaze into your eyes and
There'll be somebody there who understands
We are havin' a hootenanny now
We are havin' a hootenanny now
Do-si-do down to our hoedown
Our rootin'-tootin' hootenanny
Havin' a hootenanny now
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I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know
I could say I want you
That would be a bore
Maybe in a font you
Haven't seen before
I could say I'll haunt you
Till your dying day
I could tease and taunt you
But what would I say?
See, I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know
I could say I crave you
Still, you little brat
I could rant and rave, you
Know I can do that
I could say I gave you
Everything I have
I could say I'll save you
You might think me mad
So I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I could try and lead you
Down the garden path
I could say I'll feed you
You can do the math
I could say I need you
Offer you a ring
I'll be guaranteed you
Don't believe a thing
So I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I don't know
I could try to shove you
Off the nearest cliff
I could say I lo...
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At the dolls' tea party
We fritter away
The long afternoon
of a warm summer day
With extended pinkies and pink cloisonne
Cups and saucers and pots
And a liberty tray
That's why we take our tea
At the dolls' tea party
At the dolls' tea party
We twitter along
We prattle and tattle
On who's done who wrong
On who's thin
Who's out
And who's best at mah jong
Oh and where to buy fabulous things for a song
That's why we take our tea
At the dolls' tea party
But the cakes are the cakes, are why everyone's there
They're not diatetic in any way there
Try one and you'll have a few pounds to spare
Try another one; what do you care?
At the dolls', we're all in our glittering best
There will be a test on who's best and worst dressed
But we won't have it said we're fashion obsessed
We're just prettier ladies than most of the rest
That's why we take our tea
At the dolls' tea party
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Everything is one big Christmas tree
All got up with lights and candy
All the world is turning prettily
Everyone's awaiting Sandy
Stop mumbling and cheer up
Put down the book, pick beer up
Why sit in your dark and lonely room?
Must your every word be sincere?
Here's a vial of laughing gas perfume
See that people smile when you're near
If they don't like you, screw them
Don't leave you fortune to them
Nein, vielleicht ist Allest nicht ein Traum
Ist Alles ein Albtraum? Nicht, nicht!
Alles ist ein großer Tannenbaum
Rotierend im Weltraumgeschichte
La, la, la, la, la, la,, la
La, la, la, la, la, la,, la
Everything is one big Christmas tree
All got up with lights and candy
All the world is turning prettily
Everyone's awaiting Sandy
Where can that Sandy be?
Where can that Sandy be?
Where can that Sandy be?
Where can that Sandy be?
Where can that Sandy be?
Where can that Sandy be?
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When I was a little boy
Way out in the the wood
I had neither friend nor toy
Never knew I could
When I found this lonely road
Off I walked for good
When I was a little boy
Way out in the wood
Walk a lonely road with me
I will walk with you
Half as lonely we will be
When we walk as two
If the road goes straight uphill
We'll admire the view
Walk a lonely road with me
I will walk with you
When I was a little girl
On the lonesome plain
I had neither pal nor pearl
Mostly wind and rain
One day I set out along
A little winding lane
When I was a little girl
On the lonesome plain
Walk a lonely road with me
I will walk with you
Half as lonely we will be
When we walk as two
If the road goes straight uphill
We'll admire the view
Walk a lonely road with me
I will walk with you
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I tried hard to keep you
I needn't have tried
It seems you'd decided
When did you decide?
So this is the last time
I cry in the dawn
It seems you were always
Always already gone
You never were happy
You had to be free
You took all the freedom
You needed from me
Then you and your freedom
Flew thither and yon
You're free to be always
Always already gone
I couldn't have dreamed you
But I might as well
You leave me with only
A story to tell
But at the beginning
Our story is done
Because you were always
Always already gone
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Seduced and abandoned and baby makes two
Baby, abandoned by you
Seduced and abandoned and what can I do?
I think I might drink a few
Seduced with a grin, I was taken all in
Taken in sin and in shame
Seduced by a smile, I walked down the aisle
Then waited awhile, no one came
Seduced and abandoned and baby makes two
Baby, abandoned by you
Seduced and abandoned and what can I do?
I think I might drink a few
Abandoned to weep, I collapsed in a heap
Dutifully sleeping all day
Abandoned to die, I did nothing but cry
In my one-ply negligée
Seduced and abandoned and baby makes two
Baby, abandoned by you
Seduced and abandoned and what can I do?
I think I might drink a few
Yes, I think I might drink a few
And maybe the baby will too
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On winter nights the mermaid sings,
"I was made for better things
Better things, dearie,
Better things"
In early spring the ghost princess
Goes haunting in her pretty dress
Pretty dress, your majesty
Pretty dress
And I have heard
The singing of real birds
Not those absurd birds
That simply everybody's heard
Real birds
In summer when the moon is full
The wolfboy is adorable
Adorable, you're
Adorable
I have observed
The winging of real birds
Not those reserved birds
That simply everyone's observed
Real birds
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I'm just a painted flower on silk brocade
Left in the sun I will slowly fade
Fade to nothing like I'd never been made
Like I'd never been made
I'm just a painted flower, a frozen bloom
Left alone in some forgotten room
A fly in amber, I pose in my tomb
I pose in my tomb
I'm only drops of paint in a silver frame
Without an aim and without a name
Gathering dust, every day just the same
Every day just the same
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People of Earth, when you dance
Dance the Dada Polka
Life is only a dream
When in the mood for romance
Dance the Dada Polka
Be as cute as you seem
Gyrate like a gyroscope
Collide like a kaleidoscope
Freeze!
Do something, anything
Do something, please
People of Earth, don't just stand
There, the Dada Polka
Is as fun as it sounds
Move hips and hands when the band
Plays the Dada Polka
You may lose a few pounds
Gyrate like a gyroscope
Collide like a kaleidoscope
Change!
Do something, anything
Do something strange
People of Mars, you too must
Do the Dada Polka
It's the meaning of life
Fill any partner with lust?
Do the Dada Polka
Soon there'll be a new wife
Gyrate like a gyroscope
Collide like a kaleidoscope
Do
Do something, anything
Do something blue
Do something, anything
Do something a little out of character
It won't kill you
Do something, anything
Do something true
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In the middle of the night with a sickening sound
This little boat ran aground
The mast is twisted, the hull is breached
One high tide and it'll be beached
If I could walk, I'd walk away
But I haven't slept since yesterday
The ink is sinking, the page is blurred
And I can't read a single word
But I know I love you
Know that I wrote
My last words to you
From a sinking boat
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