'Twas Halloween and the ghosts were out,
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And everywhere they'd go, they shout,
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And though I covered my eyes I knew,
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They'd go away.
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But fear's the only thing I saw,
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And three days later 'twas clear to all,
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That nothing is as scary as election day.
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But the day after is darker,
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And darker and darker it goes,
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Who knows, maybe the plans will change,
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Who knows, maybe he's not deranged.
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The news men know what they know, but they,
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Know even less than what they say,
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And I don't know who I can trust,
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For they come what may.
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'cause we believed in our candidate,
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But even more it's the one we hate,
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I needed someone I could shake,
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On election day.
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But the day after is darker,
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And deeper and deeper we go,
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Who knows, maybe it's all a dream,
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Who knows if I'll wake up and scream.
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I love the things that you've given me,
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I cherish you my dear country,
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But sometimes I don't understand,
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The way we play.
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I love the things that you've given me,
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And most of all that I am free,
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To have a song that I can sing,
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On election day.
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My Dear Country
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Norah Jones |