| Sing-alongs in broken English
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| Of my medieval Middle Ages
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| I lost my accent in the plague
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| It’s a murder mystery how my
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| Grapes all turned to cheap red wine
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| What was I to do with all this sorrow?
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| There’s so much to be sad about these days, days
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| I have millions of opinions
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| I hope one day you’ll hear me out
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| Under a pseudonym, I’ll write them
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| I can’t be honest with myself
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| It’s a murder mystery unsolved
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| But I heard it was laced with fentanyl
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| What am I to do with all this sorrow?
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| There’s so much to be sad about these days, days
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| But the war ain’t over, little toy soldier
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| This is the calm before the storm
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| You wanna raise hell with your dead friends
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| And burn the candle at both ends
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| The war ain’t over, little toy soldier
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| This is the calm before the storm
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| Say goodbye to your dead friends
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| One day, you’ll see them all again
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| One day, you’ll see them all again
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| I have only words to play with
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| Sing-alongs in broken English
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| Of my medieval Middle Ages
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| I lost my accent in the plague
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| The murder mystery’s been solved
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| But it sure doesn’t make any sense at all
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| What am I to do with all this sorrow?
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| There’s so much to be sad about these days, days
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| These days, days
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| But the war ain’t over, little toy soldier
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| This is the calm before the storm
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| You wanna raise hell with your dead friends
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| And burn the candle at both ends
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| The war ain’t over, little toy soldier
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| This is the calm before the storm
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| Say goodbye to your dead friends
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| One day, you’ll see them all again, again |