| Too much singing for my living tonight
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| Do a song for friends and company
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| Too much is the matter with giving on spite
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| Here’s one for the giving and the other for free
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| The straw that broke the camel’s back
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| Is blown upon my window sill
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| I may look beaten but I don’t look back
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| When you break my heart
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| You feed my will
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| This should be an instrumental
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| But it seems I’ve made up words
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| Though they have a way of getting in the way
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| What a way to be absurd
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| It’s a way of being heard
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| Too much is the matter with giving on spite
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| Here’s one for the giving and the other for free
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| Too much time for resting easy
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| Not enough to sleep all night
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| In the shooting star I take the dreaming weighs me down
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| The doctor’s right, is the doctor ever right
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| Oh god I need to swallow you whole again
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| I’ve gotta mend the old soul again all I need is some inner peace
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| Oh god I need to swallow you whole again
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| I’ve gotta mend the old soul again all I need is some inner peace
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| Oh god I need to swallow you whole again
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| I’ve gotta mend the old soul again all I need is some inner peace
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| Give the soul a way to fly… sooth the eyes of memory
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| Let’s give it all for an answer why
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| If you reach the heaven the spirit’s on me
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| Too much singing for my living tonight
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| Do a song for friends and company
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| Too much is the matter with giving on spite
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| Here’s one for the giving and the other for free |