Don't fret now.
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Don't be so tired.
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No mope, mope, mope-a-dope!
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No, it's not as bad as all of that.
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Don't be no misery goat!
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"How are ya?"
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"How are ya?"
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"How are ya?"
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I could cry.
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I could just cry.
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Oh, the tears fall down.
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(I've got one bright hope.)
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(I've got one ride home.)
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I sang three songs and marched around,
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Marched around,
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Marched around.
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I sang three songs and marched around.
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Looka here.
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Here comes the poetry!
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"I'm a cave with the wind inside."
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"I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside!"
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What!
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What's the point, hunh?
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Don't be no misery goat!
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(I've got one bright hope.)
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(I've got one ride home.)
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Misery Goats
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| Pere Ubu |
