| Well, she crept back in the house at half past three
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| Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep
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| «If you really loved me,» she said
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| «I wouldn’t have to be so mean»
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| He’s a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer
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| He sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor
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| It’s evidence of what he was like
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| He likes to remember when
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| Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near
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| And we’re treading water now and holding back our tears
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| And the day is rising
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| We’re sinking sha la la la la
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| In a minute it will all be coming down
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| And they know it now but no one makes a sound
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| Such a shame to ruin this bright
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| Lazy sunny day
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| Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near
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| And we’re treading water now and holding back our tears
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| And the day is rising
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| We’re sinking sha la la la la
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| My, my, the cruelest lies
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| Are often told without a word
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| My, my, the kindest truths
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| Are often spoken but never heard
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| She said, «You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth
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| You can’t respect me 'cause I’ve done so much for you»
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| And he said, «Well I hate that it’s come to this
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| But baby I was doing fine, how do you think
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| That I survived the other 25 before you?»
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| Sha la la, sha la la lo li, the end is growing near
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| We’re treading water now and holding back our tears
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| And the day is rising
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| We’re sinking sha la la la la |