| Jenny Fey lives in the house
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| Where she’s been for all her life
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| And Jenny Fey has got no friends
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| She feeds her cat and knits and mends
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| O, can’t you see the lonely crying in the world
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| O, can’t you feel the lonely crying in the world
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| Yet, the Jenny Fey’s go on?
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| Jenny Fey she wears a frock
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| Hides her memories with a lock
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| Jenny Fey remains obscure
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| Just a tone through the massive blur
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| (O, can’t you see the lonely crying in the world)
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| O, can’t you feel the lonely crying in the world
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| Yet, the Jenny Fey’s go on?
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| Jenny Fey would smile a song
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| And now her face is dad and drawn
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| And Jenny Fey is thirty-five
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| Jenny Fey was never alive
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| (O, can’t you see the lonely crying in the world)
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| O, can’t you feel the lonely crying in the world
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| I said yes can’t you see the lonely crying in the world
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| Yet, the Jenny Fey’s go on |