| I hear when you talk that not much goes on And now I think you might be the dark right before my dawn
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| And the clouds have made a fissure I’ve arranged that for you mister
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| So that you can go ahead and prematurely start the process of preserving
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| You look so afraid and I can see why
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| You just turned your back on a very dangerous guy
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| And the bells ring with a vengeance as we witness your ascension
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| To a land where they can things better than all the «Bells of Rhymny»
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| On vegetable row, vegetable row
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| On vegetable row, vegetable row
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| Think of us in your new haunt
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| They must have let classes out early those days
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| And I bet you were the funniest clown at the front of the hip parade
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| Now you shadows swirl around us, take us back to where you found us Crawl back underneath you couch and tell us things are a little bit skewed
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| On vegetable row, vegetable row
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| On vegetable row, vegetable row
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| I’m thinking of a place where time’s your boss
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| And now you just can’t wait
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| To turn in your only key, pass your baton to me Sell yourself penny cheap and never stop to total up the cost
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| Some people give up on the third or fourth try
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| And some can make a career out of just trying to say goodbye
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| They’ve been holding your place, someone’s here to fill that space
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| And it’s a mighty act of grace you won’t have me around
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| to check you vital signs
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| On vegetable row, vegetable row
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| On vegetable row, vegetable row
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| Think of us in your new
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| Think of us in your new haunt |