| Old man sunshine, listen you
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| Don’t you tell me dreams come true
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| Just try it, and I’ll start a riot
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| Beatrice Fairfax, don’t you dare
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| Ever tell me he will care
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| I’m certain, it’s the final curtain
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| I never wanna hear
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| From any cheerful Pollyannas
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| Who tell you Fate
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| Supplies a mate
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| It’s all bananas!
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| They’re writing songs of love
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| But not for me
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| A lucky star’s above
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| But not for me
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| With love to lead the way
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| I found more clouds of gray
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| Than any Broadway play
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| Could guarantee
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| I was a fool to fall
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| And get that way
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| Hi-ho, alas
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| And also, lack-a-day
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| But still I can’t dismiss
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| The memory of his kiss
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| I guess he’s not for me |