| All the king’s horses and all the king’s man
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| Couldn’t begin to put us back together again, again
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| Sherlock Holmes and all of his crew, didn’t have a clue
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| Concerning what to do, to do
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| The forest is clear, I’m counting every tree
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| There’s no story line left for you and me
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| It’s a duel of the best men
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| Ten peaces turn, face your end
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| Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
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| It’s the end
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| Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
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| It’s the end
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| All the Nobel peace and Pulitzer prize men, couldn’t begin
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| To compromise a hopeful end
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| The big bad wolf huffed and puffed it’s true, but he never
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| Blew the wall down between me and you
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| The forest is clear, I’m counting every tree
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| There’s no story line left for you and me
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| It’s a duel of the best men
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| Ten peaces turn, face your end
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| Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
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| It’s the end
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| Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
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| It’s the end
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| I’ve turned the last page, why is the end so dear
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| Only memories left, to keep you near
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| Yes the tears poured in the end
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| But open the book, cause I’d, I’d do it again
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| Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
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| It’s the end
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| Now the storyteller writes goodbye, goodbye
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| It’s the end |