Oh what a shame that your pockets did bleed on st. valentine's
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And you sat in a chair
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Thinking "boy i'm such a prince!"
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Well, life's a train that goes from february on
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Day by day
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But it's making a stop on april first
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And you will believe in love
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And all that it's supposed to be
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But just until the fish start to smell
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And you're struck down by a hammer
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Sure, you were swift
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When the handsome greek boys dropped by with gifts
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You are suave
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Thanks to ribbons that open sesame
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But in the stars and closer to home, in every planet
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It ain't hard for me and dear jo jo to see
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That you will believe in love
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And all that it's supposed to be
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But just until the fish start to smell
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And you're struck down by a hammer
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So let it all go by
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Looking at the sky
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Wondering if there's clouds and stuff in hell
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And you will believe in love
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And all that it's supposed to be
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But just until the fish start to smell
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And you're struck down by a hammer
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April Fools
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Rufus Wainwright |