| I sat him down at the table, I pushed in his chair
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| I recorded the minute and hour that he sat down there
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| I gave him one golden apple and one lawful arrow
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| I said, «Show me how to win Solitaire, oh
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| Show me how to win Solitaire»
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| He studied the loaded figures, took one in each hand
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| He wept for the truth in symbols, the love of his man
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| He wrote in a hidden language and spelled the word «anguish»
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| I said, «Show me how to live through tomorrow»
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| He wrote, «Life is only borrowed»
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| He counts not, not, not one
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| Not, not one, one, one
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| Not one tear
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| Oh, to believe you now
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| He picked up the lawful arrow and he threw it away
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| He picked up the golden apple and he gave it to me
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| «I can show you love that’s fair, oh, a life that is bearable
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| So I’ll show you how to win Solitaire, oh
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| Show you how to win Solitaire»
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| He counts not, not, not one tear
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| Not, not one, not one tear
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| Not, not one, one, one, one
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| Not one tear |