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The Last Polka Well, she crept back in the house at half past three Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep If you really loved me she said I wouldn't have to be so mean He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer Sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor It's evidence of what he was like He likes to remember when... [chorus:] Sha la la, sha la la lo li The end is growing near We're treading water now And holding back our tears And the day is rising We're sinking sha la la lo li In a minute it will all be coming down And they know it now but no one makes a sound Such a shame to ruin this bright Lazy summer day... My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word My my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard She said, "You've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth. You can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you." He said, "Well I hate that it's come to this But baby I was doing fine. How do you think That I survived the other 25 before you?"
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