| Hush little angel, won’t you try
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| The devil hears you when you cry
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| So you can’t and you won’t
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| Give up the ghost now
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| Leave it alone
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| You know you don’t need those lessons
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| Someone else learned
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| It’s your life
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| It’s your right to burn
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| So you count and discount
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| All the cracks in the pavement
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| As you move about
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| You say that you’ll take the push
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| For the sake of the pull
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| When you’re deaf dumb and blind
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| Your eyes don’t feel the wool
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| And every time it’s
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| Hush little angel, won’t you try
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| The devil hears you when you cry
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| Hush little angel close your eyes
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| Think pleasant dreams and truer lies
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| It’s not like those tales
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| Of glass and devotion
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| They like to sell
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| Oh you just want to be wanted
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| It’s making you sick
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| But it’s all right
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| Oh yeah, it’s only a prick
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| And that’s how you know
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| That it’s bad
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| It’s the problem with pain
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| It’s just something to have
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| Oh, babe you’re running the clock
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| Cuz, you can’t make it stop
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| So just sit still
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| And hope the hammer won’t drop
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| And every time it’s …
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| Hush little angel, won’t you try
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| The devil hears you when you cry
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| Hush little angel close your eyes
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| Think pleasant dreams and bluer skies
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| Angel don’t you cry |