| Dry your eyes pretty girl
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| I just got news from the outside world
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| I don’t know how they got our names
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| But yesterday this letter came:
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| Mr. and mrs. |
| resident dweller, your lucky number is You may already be a winner
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| I’ve suspected this for years
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| Still in all it’s good to hear
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| They’re pulling for us in the post
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| To you my dear, I raise this toast
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| A house of our dreams, an el dorado, a ten-speed blender
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| You may already be a winner
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| Now I’ve never counted my chickens before they’re hatched
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| And I know there is always a catch
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| But I’ve felt from the start that our hearts were the perfect match
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| I know you’re tired of the same old dress
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| I know the car’s been repossessed
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| I know this house is just a shack
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| But there’s this love we can’t hold back
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| Would you like a beer with your tv dinner?
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| Oh, my darling, you may already be a winner |