| There’s a wild wide world
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| Made of people like me
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| And they can’t wait to be
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| With people like me
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| But what do I do?
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| I sit here stuck with you know who
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| Oh, brow of my beloved
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| Oh, you’re always, you’re always the same
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| Oh, you’re always so furrowed
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| Yes, you’re always exactly the same
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| It’s a wild wide world
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| I was hoping that you could
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| Stick both of your lips
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| To my lips for good
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| But what do I do?
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| I sit here stuck with you know who
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| Oh, brow of my beloved
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| Oh, you’re always, you’re always the same
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| Oh, you’re always so furrowed
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| Yes, you’re always exactly the same
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| Oh, brow of my beloved
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| How come you’re always, you’re always the same?
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| Oh, you’re always so troubled
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| Yes, you’re always exactly the same
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| Oh, brow of my beloved
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| How come you’re always exactly the same?
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| Oh, you’re always so troubled
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| Yes, you’re always exactly the same
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| Oh, brow of my beloved
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| How come you’re always, you’re always the same?
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| Oh, you’re always so furrowed
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| Yes, you’re always exactly the same
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| Oh… |