| Year after year
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| though every dream of a pony would end in tears
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| the cake was lit and as you blew the candles out
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| your heart refilled
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| and every year
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| your dream was killed
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| it may take an ocean of whiskey and time
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| to wash all of the letdown out of your mind
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| and this may not be the thing you requested but I am the answer to all your prayers
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| all this time interested agents have been eavesdropping upstairs
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| when will you recognize that I am the answer to all your prayers
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| you ordered well
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| they brought you medium rare
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| you were promised fair
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| and in response a clap of thunder broke the air
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| the weather changed
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| the sky went black
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| and then it rained
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| it may take an ocean of whiskey and time
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| to wash all of the letdown out of your mind
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| and this may not be the item you selected but I am the answer to all your prayers
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| all this time the surveillance machine has been all up in your affairs
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| when will you realize that I am the answer to all your prayers
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| it might seem like a thankless existence
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| but don’t lose hope just yet
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| you’ll be remembered for your persistence
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| and this is the thanks you get
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| you wanted tall
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| I came in under 5'4″
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| then you asked for dark
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| I tend to sunburn a lot
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| as for handsome well
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| can’t help you there
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| so make of it what you will
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| it may take an ocean of whiskey and time
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| to wash all of the letdown out of your mind
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| and I may not be the one you expected but I am the answer to all your prayers
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| all this time interested agents have been eavesdropping upstairs
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| when will you get that I am the answer to all your prayers
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| all this time the surveillance machine has been all up in your affairs
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| it should be clear to you by now that I am the final answer to all your prayers |