| Did you dig up that dead duck
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| To see if the earth had got to it yet?
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| You buried it deep
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| But heaven cannot keep
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| All of those toys you leave behind
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| Did you get your fingers in a mess
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| Get dirt on your pretty party dress?
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| Well, I’m sure you’ll still wear it with pride
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| She comes here looking for me
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| When she comes here, she talks to the trees
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| She comes here looking for me
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| When she comes here, she talks to the trees
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| She thinks I think she cannot see me
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| So she talks to the trees
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| She comes here looking for me
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| When she comes here, she talks to the trees
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| You’re a cracked actor at nineteen
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| You may never grace the silver screen
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| So you curse the parts that you’ll never play
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| And swear in all the lines that you’ll never say
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| Do the old ones understand you?
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| And does this drive you wild?
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| Did they throw away their party cards
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| While you were still a child?
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| And did they tell you all the stories
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| Of all the things you wish you’d done?
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| She comes here looking for me
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| When she comes here, she talks to the trees
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| She comes here looking for me
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| When she comes here, she talks to the trees
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| She thinks i think she cannot see me
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| So she talks to the trees
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| She comes here looking for me
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| When she gets here, she talks to the trees |