Oh Gearle well here you go again
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Today what world are you living in
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Why does your world just tickle you pink
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Or is it as blue as an ocean where all your little boats sink
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While little Ms. Denial is sittin' in high cotton
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All goes well as long as forgotten
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Go wipe off your walls, then pick up your tin pans
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Run to the sink, now wash off your hands
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And up on your high horse
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Well, is your ride just too short
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The same little Gearle wouldn't jump off the front porch
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So afraid we might see eye to eye
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And I'll see that gleam were just tears that she cries
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All the tears that she cries
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That rain on parades
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And trickle on down
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Someone open the gate
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'Til the streets all run dry
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And the whole town is saved
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While under the ground
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Through the ocean with rage
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Why who's making waves
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I said not I
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It was the gearle with the gleam in her eyes
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While sleeping beauty gets her sleep tonight
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She wakes up in the morning and everything is snow white
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But only one thing in her garden will still grow
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My, what could it be, sure smells like a rose
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But she will soon snatch it there straight from its stem
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And a thorn will then prick her just like a pin
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And as the water then fills up her eyes
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She is making up all those tears that she cries
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All the tears that she cries
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That rain on parades
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And trickle on down
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Someone open the gate
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'Til the streets all run dry
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And the whole town is saved
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Why under the ground
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To the ocean it raged
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Why who's making waves
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I said not I
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It's the gearle with the gleam in her eyes
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Who's making waves
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I said not I
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It's the gearle with the gleam in her eyes
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Tears That She Cries
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| Stacey Earle |
