| You’ve been a fool and so have I
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| But come and be my wife
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| And let us try before we die
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| To make some sense of life
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| We’re neither pure nor wise nor good
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| We’ll do the best we know
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| We’ll build our house and chop our wood
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| And make our garden grow
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| And make our garden grow
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| I thought the world was sugar cake
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| For so our master said
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| But now I’ll teach my hands to bake
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| Our loaf of daily bread
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| We’re neither pure nor wise nor good
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| We’ll do the best we know
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| We’ll build our house and chop our wood
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| And make our garden grow
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| And make our garden grow
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| Let dreamers dream what worlds they please
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| Those Edens can’t be found
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| The sweetest flowers
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| The fairest trees
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| Are grown in solid ground
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| We’re neither pure nor wise nor good
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| We’ll do the best we know
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| We’ll build our house and chop our wood
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| And make our garden grow
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| And make our garden grow (ahhh) |