| I'm coming up only to hold you under
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| I'm coming up only to show you wrong
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| And to know you is hard, we wonder
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| To know you, all wrong we were
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Really too late to call, so
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| We wait for
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| Morning to wake you, that's all we got
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| To know me as hardly golden
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| Is to know me all wrong, they were
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| At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
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| Every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
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| Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral
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| Every occasion, oh, one billion-day funeral
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| I'm coming up only to show you down, for
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| I'm coming up only to show you wrong
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| To the outside the dead leaves, they're on the lawn
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| Before they died, had trees to hang their hope
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| Ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh
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| At every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral
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| Every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
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| Every occasion, know I'm ready for the funeral
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| Every occasion, oh, one billion-day funeral |