| Clap hands daddy comes
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| With a pocketful of plums
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| Don’t Cry
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| Most days I’m OK
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| Come steal my heart
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| How I wish everything was simple
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| How I wish everything didn’t end in lies
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| How I wish I could just keep turning back time
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| How I wish I could be more like me
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| When I didn’t have to worry about myself
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| How I wish I could just keep turning back time
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| Forgive me if I cannot try any harder
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| You make it seem like everything I do means nothing at all
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| As complications go this can’t get any sweeter
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| Don’t Cry
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| Clap hands, daddy comes
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| With a pocketful of plums
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| Don’t Cry
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| Flashback, twisted up
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| I’m so close to giving up
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| Don’t Cry
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| Right now I am complicated
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| Right now I am giving this heart away
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| How I wish I could just keep turning back time
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| Right now I’m the walking wounded
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| Mind set on getting out alive
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| How I wish I could just keep turning back time
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| Forgive me if I cannot try any harder
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| You make it seem like everything I do means nothing at all
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| As complications go this can’t get any sweeter
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| Don’t Cry
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| Clap hands, daddy comes
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| With a pocketful of plums
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| Don’t Cry
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| Flashback, twisted up
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| I’m so close to giving up
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| Don’t Cry
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| I should just let go
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| I should just let go
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| Forgive me if I cannot try any harder
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| You make it seem like everything I do means nothing at all
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| As complications go this can’t get any sweeter
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| Don’t Cry
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| Clap hands, daddy comes
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| With a pocketful of plums
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| Don’t Cry
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| Flashback, twisted up
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| I’m so close to giving up
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| Don’t Cry |