| There’s a grand old maid across the sea
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| So the story was recalled to me
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| And from dawn till dark, you hear her call
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| Down in front of the Wailing Wall
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| And she cries all day, so sad and alone
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| Till someone comes along and leads her home
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| Nobody listens, and nobody seems to care
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| But everyday, you’ll find them there and
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| Kneeling down for sadness sake
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| Crying just as though their hearts would break
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| And from dawn till dark, you hear them call
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| Down in front of the Wailing Wall
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| And they cry all day, so sad and alone
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| Till someone comes along and leads them home
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| You know I don’t listen, and you know that I don’t care
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| But everyday you’ll find me there and
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| Kneeling down for sadness sake
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| Crying just as though my heart would break
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| And from dawn till dark, you’ll hear me call
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| Down in front of the Wailing Wall |