| So the Count of Monte Christo
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| Threw the cape over his head
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| Gave me a penny for my thoughts
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| But wouldn’t get no change, just
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| Old aged rhythms
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| They were singing in his brain for
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| A mechanical crusade
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| tried to shoot down his aeroplane
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| I see, you see
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| Ain’t no more honey from this bee
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| I see, you see
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| Stung you’ve got a hold on me
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| I see, you see
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| Ain’t no more honey from this bee
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| I see, you see
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| Stung you’ve got a hold
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| I want to make you feel so special
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| It’s time to break the ice
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| Bless you and your wicked ways
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| For I guess that these are stranger days
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| But the tact must change for
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| The duchess to reveal her face
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| I’d give you all my pennies
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| For your gallantry at tomorrow’s gate
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| When I see, you see
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| Ain’t no more honey from this bee
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| I see, you see
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| I’m stung you’ve got a hold on me
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| I see, you see
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| Ain’t no more honey from this bee
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| I see, you see
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| I’m stung you’ve got a hold
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| So the Count of Monte Christo
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| Threw the cape over his head
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| Gave me a penny for my thoughts
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| But wouldn’t get no change, just
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| Old aged rhythms
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| They were singing in his brain for
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| A mechanical crusade
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| tried to shoot down his aeroplane
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| I see, you see… |