| Woe is me
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| I swear that we had it but everyone wouldn’t agree
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| That we never had a thing
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| Our dying words will be exaggerations
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| Of what we said and what we did
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| The ticking of the clock
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| Eventually it stops
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| Oh me oh my
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| Goodness gracious what a lie
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| Where everyone’s running around like they don’t have a clue
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| What they will do
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| Now that it’s through
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| And the ending is in sight
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| Oh my goodness me oh my
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| It’s late and it’s time to say goodnight
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| Oh my goodness me oh my
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| Our disease
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| Though feasibly easily curable I will agree that it’s not something we overfeed
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| The truth will be told
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| The lies will unfold
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| And anything anyone ever ignored will come back up to settle old scores
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| The writings on the wall
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| Says eventually we fall
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| And even Romans know
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| That everything (everything) everything (everything) goes
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| Oh me oh my
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| Goodness gracious what a lie
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| Where everyone’s running around like they don’t have a clue
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| What they will do
|
| Now that it’s through
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| And the ending is in sight
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| Oh my goodness me oh my
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| It’s late and it’s time to say goodnight
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| Oh my goodness me oh my
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| Oh me oh my
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| Goodness gracious what a lie
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| Where everyone’s running around like they don’t have a clue
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| What they will do
|
| Now that it’s through
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| And the ending is in sight
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| Oh my goodness me oh my
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| It’s late and it’s time to say goodnight
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| Oh my goodness me oh my |