| I swear I wasn’t cat-napping
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| To edge into your life
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| I didn’t notice no sad thing
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| (It's a sundance)
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| To the strange strains that you entice
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| Now you may walk into an ocean view
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| (Exciting)
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| It’s like you have understood
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| And I was just talking at you
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| Talking at you
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| For the good inside, the good inside of us
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| Do you send me?
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| No, you’re a kind of dream
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| But somewhere in the scheme of things
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| We’ll find who’s Thursday’s Child
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| We don’t have to undo you
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| Or entertain your kind
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| Only reason I talk to you
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| Is 'cause I think you maybe, a heart attack is blind
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| And checking out your résumé
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| And making out your plans
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| The kisses are not something we can talk about
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| They happened — and you laughed about it
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| Laugh out loud
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| Do you send me?
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| No, you’re a kind of dream
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| But somewhere in the scheme of things
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| We’ll find who’s Thursday’s Child
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| Once
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| Is our boast
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| Do you?
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| Would you
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| Only excite me
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| To join us is a talking clock
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| He tells us everything
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| We want him to stop
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| But somewhere in the corner
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| He’s a-laughin'
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| He’s a-crying out loud
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| For some kind of attention which isn’t shrouded by
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| Nicety is something which hangs around this stage
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| Believe me when I tell you — you can act around it
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| Mewl and puke about it
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| I don’t want to hurt you
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| I just want to join in
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| This is a kindly creamer
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| A kindly crematorium
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| Do you send me?
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| No, you’re a kind of dream
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| But somewhere in the scheme of things
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| We’ll find who’s Thursday’s Child |