Call it planet spins
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The new unified government sleeps
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The tidy pension accrues
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She's the sum of the tchotchkes she keeps
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She's a hundred years old tonight
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In the spring of 2106
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In the flickering of video light
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Sometimes widow is the word that sticks
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Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
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As we all go spinning off into the sky
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Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
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Don't die
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The planet is covered in steel
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Yeah, the moon goes on wasting its light
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While the widow is watching the reel
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It won't keep her warmed at night
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Her children are light years away
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Asleep as the ships hurdle on
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Where she once had a reason to stay
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But her reason is long gone
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Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
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As we all go spinning off into the sky
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Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
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Don't die, don't die
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She gave birth to seven grown men
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Oh, and then they each had seven more
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She would do it all over again
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But the soles of her feet are sore
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Nightfall is just an idea
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It's suppertime when she succumbs
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The tiny pension is real
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Plays on although she is done
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Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
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As we all go spinning off into the sky
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Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday
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Don't die, don't die, don't die
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Happy Birthday Don't Die
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Rhett Miller |