| I'm talking to myself again
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| And waving to a passing friend
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| I've known her since I don't know when
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| Ah, it's nothing at all
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| Just a few of us walk arm in arm
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| It's innocent and charming
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| But the children seem to be getting alarmed
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| Don't worry kids, it's nothing at all
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| When I hear about the doom and gloom
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| That's around the corner, and coming soon
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| I take a sip of mother's ruin
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| And sit with my back to the wall
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| It's nothing at all
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| Nothing at all
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| And the old lady smiled
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| It's nothing at all
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| Then she blew all the leaves off my tree
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| And the junk that sails our seven seas
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| Is very nearly up to my knees
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| But the platitudes and pleasantries
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| Keep saying it's nothing at all
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| I'll deal with it on another day
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| If I close my eyes it'll go away
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| So, bottoms up boys, and what do you say?
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| Really, it's nothing at all
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| It's nothing at all
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| Nothing at all
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| And the old lady smiled
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| It's nothing at all
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| And the summer passed away
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| Nothing at all
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| It's nothing at all
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| And the old lady smiled
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| It was nothing at all
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| Then she blew all the leaves off my tree |