| Like the smoke that rises to the ceiling, Mona
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| I keep seeing the things I seen yesterday
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| Yet, the wheels keep turning, they keep turning, Mona
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| Things I am seeing, I just can’t say
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| Like the sun that rises, I keep trying, Mona
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| To let everyone know that I won’t give up
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| Yes, the water is dripping, can’t you taste it, Mona
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| Lift up your head from that bitter cup
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| Oh, Mona, don’t close the door
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| The fireman’s coming and he’s bringing more
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| Oh, Mona, the gardener’s here
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| He’s got loads of dirt, he can plant your hurt
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| Oh, Mona, the water is on
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| The water is a-boiling and it won’t be long
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| Won’t be long, won’t be long, won’t be long
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| Like the hole that’s waiting in the future, Mona
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| It could already be filled when we get there
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| There’s a hole that’s waiting in the future, Mona
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| It could already be filled when we get there
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| It could already be filled when we get there
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| It could already be filled when we get there |