over here the ladies all waltz with perfume
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but there's never a rose
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and over there the roses are frightened to bloom
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so they never can grow
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and over here they need wool
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for weaving their baby's new clothes
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but nobody has any wool
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and the sheep are all lost in the harbour
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lost in the harbour
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and over here they want diamonds to wear
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but there aren't any here
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and over there everyone's hiding their tears
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but they're crying inside
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and the wall won't come down
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till they're no longer afraid of themselves
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and if you don't believe me ask the elves
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and then I can come down to the harbour
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down to the harbour
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and then I will fill the ocean back up with my tears
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I still have a couple more years
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and then I can come back to the harbour
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down to the harbour
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...But There's Never A Rose
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| Tom Waits |
