| So sad, have you seen your soul in the Sunday paper?
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| Trying hard to step aside for death
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| Service with a smile, the reel to reel rank and file
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| Looking at your face and I seem misplaces, ah ha ha
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| Look at me with my face in the middle of the Sunday paper
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| Laughing on the side, looking on the bright side
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| Black side, downside, never on the outside
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| Looking at the ways you choose to keep it like a dream and a house in the middle
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| Christmas present in the middle of June, well I’ve been fooled before and so
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| have you, ah ha ha
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| All the songs will be with you and all the flowers will be with me
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| But I can’t seem to forget you
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| And all the clowns will be with you and all the children sing with me
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| (I can hear the rolling seas and I can feel the summer breeze)
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| But I can’t seem to forget you
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| (But I cannot leave you here, I know you want me to)
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| Look at me with my face in the middle of the Sunday paper
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| Christmas present in the middle of June, I’ve been wrong before but so have you,
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| ah ha ha
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| Looking at the ways you choose to keep it like a dream and a house in the middle
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| Christmas present in the middle of June, I’ve been fooled before but so have you |