| Old man sunshine listen you
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| Never tell me dreams come true
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| Just try it and I’ll start a riot
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| Beatrice Fairfax don’t you dare
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| Ever tell me he will care
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| I’m certain it’s the final curtain
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| I never want to hear from any cheerful Pollyannas
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| Who tell you fate supplies a mate
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| It’s all bananas
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| They’re writing songs of love but not for me
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| A lucky star’s above but not for me
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| With love to lead the way I’ve found more clouds of gray
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| Than any Russian play could guarantee
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| I was a fool to fall and get that way
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| Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
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| Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss
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| I guess he’s not for me
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| I was a fool to fall and get that way
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| Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
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| Although I can’t dismiss the memory of his kiss |