| Sit beside the breakfast table
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| Think about your troubles
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| Pour yourself a cup of tea
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| And think about the bubbles
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| You can take your teardrops
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| And drop 'em in a teacup
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| Take 'em down to the riverside
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| And throw 'em over the side
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| To be swept up by a current
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| And taken to the ocean
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| To be eaten by some fishes
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| Who were eaten by some fishes
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| And swallowed by a whale
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| Who grew so old
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| He decomposed
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| He died and left his body
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| To the bottom of the ocean
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| Now everybody knows
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| That when a body decomposes
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| The basic elements
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| Are given back to the ocean
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| And the sea does what it oughta
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| And soon there’s salty water
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| That’s not too good for drinking
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| 'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
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| So they run it through a filter
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| And it comes out from a faucet
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| And is poured into a teapot
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| Which is just about to bubble
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| Now, think about your troubles! |