Once stood a man on my face
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Ooh yeah, on my face
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Gobbled him up 'cause my taste
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Leaves nothing to waste
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Hear the riddle that I say
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Hear the riddle that I say
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What is fair is fair
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That is fair and square
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To me
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Piano it marks the good pace
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Ooh yeah, the good pace
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Don't know if it's right, but I like the bass
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So turn up the bass
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Hear the fiddles as they play
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Hear the fiddles as they play
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What is fair is fair
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And the guitar player
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No metal, no brick, was no trace
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Oh, no, was no trace
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But machines moved on and still chased
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No particular place
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Hear the riddle that I say
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Hear the riddle that I say
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What is fair is fair
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That is fair and square
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To me
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What is fair is fair
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That is fair and square
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To me
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Fiddle Riddle
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| Frank Black |
