| Nebakanezer never knew
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| He left his needle outside in the rain
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| And it rusted through
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| He kept twenty nine blackbirds
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| But only one flew
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| Spent most of his time making holes
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| And licking his wounds
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| Nebakanezer lost his wife
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| She took her diamond rings
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| And was gone before the light
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| She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
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| She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
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| So tell us what the sorry singer might do
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| All of his friends complain that they got the flu
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| They ain’t sick in the head
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| They look like the living dead and that’s not cool
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| Nebakanezer never knew
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| He left his needle outside in the rain
|
| And it rusted through
|
| He kept twenty nine blackbirds
|
| But only one flew
|
| Spent most of his time making holes
|
| And licking his wounds
|
| So tell us what the sorry singer might do
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| All of his friends complain that they got the flu
|
| They ain’t sick in the head
|
| They look like the living dead and that’s not cool
|
| So tell us what the sorry singer might do
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| All of his friends complain that they got the flu
|
| They ain’t sick in the head
|
| They look like the living dead and that’s not cool
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| That’s not cool
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| That’s not cool
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| That’s not cool |