| The Minus is loveless
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| The talks to the land
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| And the leaves fall
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| And the pond over-ices
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| She don’t know the system, Plus
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| She don’t understand
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| She’s got all the wrong fuses and splices
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| She’s not going to fix it up Too easy
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| The masking tape tangles
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| It’s sticky and black
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| And the copper
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| Proud headed Queen Lizzie
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| Conducts little charges
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| That don’t get charged back
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| Well the technical manual’s busy
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| She’s not going to fix it up too easy
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| And she holds out her flashlight
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| And she shines it on me
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| She wants me to tell her
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| What the trouble might be Well, I’m learning
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| It’s peaceful
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| With a good dog and some trees
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| Out of touch with the breakdown
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| Of this century
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| They’re not going to fix it up Too easy
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| We once loved--together
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| And we floodlit that time
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| Input--Output--Electricity
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| But the lines overloadedd
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| And the sparks started flying
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| And the loose wires
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| Were lashing out at me She’s not going to fix it up Too easy
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| But she hold out her candle
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| And she shines it in And she begs him to show her
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| How to fix it again
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| While the song that he sang her
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| To soothe her to sleep
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| Runs all through her circuits
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| Like a heartbeat
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| She’s not going to fix it up Too easy |