| There are days that I feel
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| Something is really
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| Next to me on my arms
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| And inside the room
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| A cold wind does blow
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| There are two of us here that i know
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| Daisy where did you go?
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| You left first and I didn’t know
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| How to unfold the gatekeepers light
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| I am stuck here in this plight of woe
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| I had a sister
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| And I had a home
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| With many chairs
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| And we earned our keep
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| In the circus deep and deflected all the stares
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| Daisy nothing could scare you
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| As you’d enter into the room
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| So why did they take you first
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| And leave me too soon?
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| Daisy where did you go
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| Daisy where did you go
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| With my phantom limbs and eerie hymns
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| There are two of us here that I know
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| Daisy where did you go
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| Daisy where did you go
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| With my phantom limbs and eerier hymns
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| There are two of us here that I know
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| Daisy where did you go
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| Daisy where did you go
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| With my phantom limbs and eerie hymns
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| There are two of us here that I know
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| Daisy where did you go
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| Daisy where did you go
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| With my phantom limbs and eerie hymns
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| There are two of us here that I know |