| Please be quiet, everyone’s asleep
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| Stella’s locked her door and she’s requested some peace
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| She teaches the English at the American school
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| She teaches imaginary numbers and the golden rule
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| She says it’s hard to worry about the future
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| When your past is knocking at your door
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| Sweet mistakes and information
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| Have been her lovers before
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| Hello, all you losers
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| You’ve got nothing to fear
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| This may not be the end of the world
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| But you can see it from here
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| She runs the motors and the music
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| On the carousel ride
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| She catches the children on the horses
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| As they fall through the rye
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| It’s hard to see the future
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| When your back is bending over your shoes
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| It’s hard holding on to nothing
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| When you’ve got nothing to lose
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| Hello, all your losers
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| You’ve got nothing to fear
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| This may not be the end of the world
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| But you can see it from here
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| I guess you heard about Ol' PeeWee
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| We had to tear his playhouse down
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| Then they put him in the electric chair
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| We’ll have some fun now
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| When you see her, give her some compliments on her looks
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| She’ll be wearing a Mardi Gras dress
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| Coming after you with words and books
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| We’ve given you the best seats in the house
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| So don’t be late
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| St. Peter is at the door
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| And he ain’t no man to wait
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| Hello, all you losers
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| You’ve got nothing to fear
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| This may not be the end of the world
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| But you can see it from here
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| Hello, all you losers
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| You’ve got nothing to fear
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| This may not be the end of the world
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| But you can see it from here |