| She sang hymns out of tune
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| And carried a yellow balloon
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| She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon
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| And talked to the people — the people who are
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| I have a clock on the wall
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| It keeps time and that isn’t all
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| It tells me how long she’s been gone
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| Gone to the people — the people who are
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| She lived in a sorcerer’s room
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| She pounded the table and brandished the broom
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| She turned ten thousand when she touched the moon
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| And turned to the people — the people who are
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| The rain came and scattered away
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| The old antique caretaker’s children at play
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| Early this morning, she passed away
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| Passed to the people — the people who are
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| She sang hymns out of tune
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| And carried a yellow balloon
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| She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon
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| And talked to the people — the people who are
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| She sang hymns out of tune |