| When I accepted this job
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| I was resigned to my fate
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| When I got there early
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| She’d arrive late
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| You can say she’s gone forever
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| Or just sit tight and wait
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| She said I was unprincipled
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| That I was not the first
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| Like the Phoenix coming back
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| From the ashes, uh-huh
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| I know what’s good,
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| But I know what trash is In the head-lights,
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| In the highlights of her hair…
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| Hit the head lines
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| But she’s not there:
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| _ chorus:
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| Many happy returns
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| Many happy returns
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| These are the lessons I could have learned
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| Return. |
| Many happy returns
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| And these are the letters I should have burned
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| Okay, I’m sad, not blue
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| Okay, remember
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| All that matters to me now
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| Is the message I sent her
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| Like the world, spinning 'round
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| On its axis, uh-huh
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| I know democracy
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| But I know what’s fascist
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| When she’s gone, all I got to learn
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| Is the law of diminishing return
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| When she’s here, one thing I’ve found
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| Things get better second time around
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| _ chorus
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| Okay I’m sad, not blue
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| Okay, remember
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| All that matters to me now
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| Is the message I sent her
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| Now she’s gone, she’s gone away
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| Now she’s gone forget her
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| Coming back another day
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| If you’d only let her
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| Now she’s gone, she’s gone away
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| But she’s gone forget her
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| Coming back another day
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| So why resurrect her?
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| _ chorus |