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No smiles, not a single word at the breakfast table Though I would have liked to begin So much that I wanna say, but I feel unable You leave and slam
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: I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore If I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before But I have a talent, a wonderful thing 'Cause everyone
: No smiles, not a single word at the breakfast table Though I would have liked to begin So much that I wanna say, but I feel unable You leave and slam
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