| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head,
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| And as I climb into an empty bed,
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| Oh well, enough said,
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| I know it’s over still I cling,
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| I don’t know where else I can go,
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| Over.
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| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head,
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| See the sea wants to take me,
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| The knife wants to slit me,
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| Do you think you can help me,
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| Sad veiled bride please be happy,
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| Handsome groom give her room,
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| Loud loutish lover treat her kindly,
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| Though she needs you more than she loves you,
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| I know it’s over — still I cling,
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| I don’t know where else I can go — over; |
| Over.
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| I know it’s over and it never really began,
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| But in my heart it was so real,
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| And you even spoke to me and said,
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| «If you’re so funny, then why are you on your own tonight?»
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| «And if you’re so clever then why are you on your own tonight?»
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| «And if you’re so very entertaining then why are you on your own tonight?»
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| «And if you’re so very good looking, why do you sleep alone tonight?»
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| I know,
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| Because tonight is just like any other night,
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| That’s why you’re on your own tonight,
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| With your triumphs and your charms,
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| while they’re in each other’s arms,
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| It’s so easy to laugh it’s so easy to hate,
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| it takes strength to be gentle and kind,
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| over and over and over.
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| It’s so easy to laugh it’s so easy to hate,
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| It takes guts to be gentle and kind,
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| Over, over.
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| Love is natural and real,
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| But not for you my love,
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| Not tonight my love.
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| Love is natural and real,
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| But not for such as you and I my love,
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| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head,
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| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head,
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| Ohhh-ohh,
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| Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. |