| Monday’s child is fair of face
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| And Tuesday’s child is full of grace
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| Wednesday’s child is full of woe
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| But Thursday’s child has far to go
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| Things look mighty black for Thursday’s child
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| Trouble docks the track of Thursday’s child
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| This world could be a wonderful place
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| But not when you wear Thursday’s face
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| I never know which way I’m bound, I’m Thursday’s child
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| Heartbreak hangs around for Thursday’s child
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| I’ll always be blamed for what I was named
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| But still I’m not ashamed, I am Thursday’s child
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| I never know which way I’m bound, I’m Thursday’s child
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| Heartbreak hangs around for Thursday’s child
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| I’ll always be blamed for what I was named
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| But still I’m not ashamed, I am Thursday’s child |