| Ha, ha, world
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| Everyday I used to write you a letter
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| But you never wrote back
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| And you never made me feel any better
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| Always sitting here
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| Fretting and getting confused
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| Halfway desperate
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| For a headline of hope in the news
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| When the telephone rang
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| I spilled it all over my sweater
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| The call was for me And I answered the phone in the kitchen
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| But the room was too hot
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| I forgot I was cooking my chicken
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| I was burning like hell
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| But the stove wasn’t on Then the voice on the line
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| Says the chicken is gone
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| The receiver goes dead and it Hums while the plot starts to thicken
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| Would I have hung up the phone had I known
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| The whole room would start swaying
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| I was instantly cold
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| And I knew why my life wasn’t paying
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| I had money and fame
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| But my wealth wasn’t wise
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| What good are the coins on a dead man’s eyes
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| And the ringing of chimes in my head
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| Said it’s time to start praying
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| I been sitting here praying
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| And laying up treasures in heaven
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| I was home and the front door was locked
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| When the clock struck eleven
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| I heard the bride outside yell millennium
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| Though the sun was still up The twelfth hour has come
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| The Bible says
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| Without a vision the people perish |