| No, no more sugar left
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| No more soap to clean my hands with
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| No songs left for the choir
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| Oh, no more stitches for the dress
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| No more bread here left to bless
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| I raise my hands they reach the sky
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| Oh-ooh
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| Ooooh-oh
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| Oh-ooh
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| Ooooh-oh
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my house with an open door
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| Left it like an open store
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| I couldn’t stop the wind from blow-oh-oh-oh-owin'
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my house with an open door
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| Left it like an open store
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| I couldn’t stop the blood from flow-oh-oh-oh-owin'
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| Left it like an open store
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| I couldn’t stop the wind from flow
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| No, no more firewood
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| No sweep to brush away them all
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| They’re stuck upon my shoes
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| Oh, no birds that flockin' round my feet
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| No pockets full of grain, of crumbs
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| The wiener cake, the soft ice
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| Swee-eet
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| No, no more shimmering stars
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| No more strings to new guitar
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| Left it like an open sore
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| I couldn’t stop the wind from bloo-oh-oh-oh-owin'
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| Left it like an open sore
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| I couldn’t stop the blood from flow-oow-oh-oh
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| Left it like an open sore
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| I couldn’t stop the wind from blow-oh-oh-oh-oh…
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| Come on!
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| Oh, no birds that flockin' round my feet
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| No pockets full of grain, of crumbs
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| The wiener cake, the soft ice
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| Oh, no birds that flockin' round my feet
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| No pockets full of grain, of crumbs
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| The wiener cake, the soft ice
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| Sweet
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| Left it like an open sore
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| I couldn’t stop the wind from flowin'
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| Left it like an open sore
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| I couldn’t stop the blood from flowin'
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| I left like a fading rainbow
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| So I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| I left like a fading rainbow
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| Oh, I left my fading life
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| I left my hands with an open door
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| I left like a fading rainbow
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| Rainbow |