| Red from start to end and we can’t
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| Hold the feelings which are crossing the brain
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| Strips the cord of a sensible world
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| What’s worse?
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| She left her mark and there were both
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| Oh, the nature of a scripted curse
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| Kissed my eyes, sat on the bed
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| And then said
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| Frankly, dear, I’m forced to give it up
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| Tried my hand and now I’ve had enough
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| Even though we have to say goodbye
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| Keep me in mind, keep me in mind
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| Keep me in mind
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| Blamed in advance for the past
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| With no bearing on a present tense
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| All that slack, the things that she made
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| When she said
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| Oh, dear, someday I’m going to be
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| Someone better, picture person me
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| But 'til then we’ll call it the end
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| And she asked
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| Frankly, dear, my breath has had enough
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| Standing alone and left at night
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| Even though we have to say goodbye
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| Keep me in mind, keep me in mind
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| Keep me in mind, keep me in mind |