(E.Y. Harburg and H. Arlen)
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Down with love,
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With flowers and rice and shoes,
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Down with love,
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The root of all midnight blues,
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Down with things
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That give you that well -known pain,
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Take that moon,
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Wrap it in cellophane;
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Down with love let's liquidate
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All it's friends,
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Like moon, June, roses
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And rainbow's ends,
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Down with songs
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That moan about night and day;
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Down with love,
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Take it away, away,
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Take it away, take it away,
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Give it back to the birds,
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And the bees and the Viennese,
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Down with eyes romantic and stupid,
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Down with sighs, down with cupid.
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Brother let's stuff that dove,
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Down with love!
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Down with love!
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Liquidate all it's friends
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Like moon, June, roses
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And rainbow's ends
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Down with songs
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That moan about night and day
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You are the one...
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And I don't stand a chance with a ghost like you
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Ah, the promised kiss of Spring is here...
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Why does my heart go dancin' overhead...
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On the ceiling near my bed...
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We go now...
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Because I talk to the trees, but they don't listen to me...
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I tell them:
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You say eether - I say eyether,
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You say neether, I say nyther
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Eether, eyether
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Neether, nyther
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Let's call the whole thing off!
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Take it away, take it away
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Give it back to the birds
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And the bees and the Viennese...
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Down with eyes romantic and stupid
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Down with sighs, down with cupid,
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Brother let's stuff that dove,
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Down, down, down
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I go on round and round
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I go in a spin,
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Hey, in the spin, I'm in!
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What is this thing...
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What is this thing called love?
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Down With Love
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Barbra Streisand |