| The fence is long and high where we love
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| You can’t see the other side where they live
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| I’ve spied with my little eye
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| And I’ve sighed with my little sigh
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| But it seems I’ve given all that I can give
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| Every hour I have to count to ten
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| And a thousand times I’ve thought again
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| But it seems I’ve given all that I can give
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| Is there anyone there
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| Here is the fence that they built
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| This is the fence that hate built
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| Is anyone there
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| This is the fence that turns one into two
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| I want to break through but I’m though if I do
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| I’ve tried with my little try
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| And I’ve cried with my little cry
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| But it seems that the gate holds the only clue
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| Every hour I have to count to ten
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| And a thousand times I’ve though again
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| But it seems I’ve given all that I can give
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| Is there anyone there
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| Here is the fence that they built
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| This is the fence that hate built
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| Is anyone there
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| Every hour I have to count to ten
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| And a thousand times I’ve thought again
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| Is there anyone there
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| Here is the fence that they built
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| This is the fence that hate built
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| Is anyone there
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| Is there anyone there
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| Here is the fence that they built
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| This is the fence that hate built
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| Is anyone there
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| But it seems I’ve give all that I can give
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| Is there anyone there
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| Here is the fence that they built
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| This is the fence that hate built
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| Is anyone there |