| Bacon fried, squinty-eyed, moments of the dawn
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| Misty street callin' me, «Get dressed and walk around»
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| In the square, standing there girl so sad
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| «What's the matter»?
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| She said
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| «Oh, oh dear sir, the world has got me down
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| And folks preach happiness when there’s none to be found
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| I type and answer phones to earn my meager pay
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| To keep me alive so I can waste another day»
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| I sadly turned and walked away
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| For there was nothing I could say
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| Walking on, noonday sun, dusty road to town
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| Saddened by the girl that I had chanced to come upon
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| Then, I’d seen a limousine
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| A rich old guy, mean of eye
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| He said
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| «Oh, bah humbug, you can’t understand
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| The world is one big bank, you must steal what you can
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| Because it’s fools like you who waste their precious time
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| By walking in the sun instead of trying to make a dime»
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| The words he spoke turned my world grey
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| Could everybody feel this way?
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| As if in answer down the road
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| A lovely girl picked flowers of gold
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| She smiled sweetly and gave one to me
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| And said
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| «Please, kind sir, don’t look so down
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| For in this hard world (OK) love still abounds
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| And hand in hand friends of beauty can lie
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| On clover beds 'neath a blanket of sky»
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| Oh, oh dear sir, the world has got me down
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| (Oh, bah humbug, you can’t understand)
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| And folks preach happiness when there’s none to be found
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| (The world is one big bank, you must steal what you can)
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| I type and answer phones to earn my meager pay
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| (Because it’s fools like you who waste their precious time)
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| To keep me alive so I can waste another day
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| (By walking in the sun instead of trying to make a dime)
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| «How are you? |
| How are you? |
| How are you?»
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| «Hi, how are you?» |