| In the afternoon, baby in my room
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| When the lights are dim way beyond the hill
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| In the afternoon, baby in my room
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| When I’m really down get me off the ground
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| In the morning time when I go outside
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| In the morning time it’s like that all the while
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| In the afternoon when I’m in my room
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| Every single day, it won’t go away
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| And it’s in my heart, when were apart
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| And it stops and starts and it’s in my heart
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| Every single day it’s always in my way
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| When I’m making hay, all I’ve got to say
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Well it’s in my blood and it’s in my veins
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| Here it comes again, when I’m in the rain
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| In the wind and rain, well the sun don’t shine
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| Well it’s always mine, all of the time
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| And it’s in my life and it’s all the time
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| It doesn’t go away when the church bells chime
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| In the evening time when I drink my wine
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| In the evening time when it’s on my mind
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| It’s only melancholia
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| Oh melancholia
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| Oh melancholia
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| Oh melancholia
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| Oh melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| They call it, call it melancholia
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| Call it melancholia
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| Call it melancholia
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| Call it melancholia
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| Call it melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia
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| Melancholia |