| The voice that whispers
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| In our head
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| Suggesting we just stay in bed
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| Does it seem sweeter-sounding lately
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| To you as well?
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| Mine sounds a bit like Nat King Cole
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| Scrambling for change
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| To pay the toll
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| This love has lasted longer than we
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| Did expect
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| We never would have guessed
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| We never could have guessed
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| Becoming somehow turns into become
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| While the work that we must do is
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| The work that we must do is
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| It’s never done
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| May I audition for the part
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| Of sweeping up your dusty heart
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| Well I think I know its darkest corners
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| Fairly well
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| And may this melody play sweet
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| Upon those dark deserted streets
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| Where we forever wait
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| To meet our mother’s heart
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| We never would have guessed
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| We never could have guessed
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| Becoming somehow turns into become
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| While the work that we must do is
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| The work that we must do is
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| It’s never done
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| We never would have guessed
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| We never could have guessed
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| Becoming somehow turns into become
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| While the work that we must do is
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| The work that we must do is
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| It’s never done
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| No, it’s never done
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| It’s never done
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| No, it’s never done |