| Six o’clock, it’s nearly dark
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| Kicking leaves up in the park
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| My hands in pockets by the green
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| Wishing that my nails were clean
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| I lean my back against a tree
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| A black bird sits and stares at me
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| Reflected in his dark black eye
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| The legacy of all my eyes… Now
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| Upstairs in the house tonight
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| I’m coming down to see you
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| I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
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| What are we gonna do about it
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| Upstairs in the house tonight
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| I’m coming down to see you
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| I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
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| Little bit swings and roundabouts
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| Now ten o’clock, I’m drinking beer
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| I don’t know why I come in here
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| Well it’s cold outside, yes that’s true
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| And I don’t really have much else to do
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| There’s someone standing at my arm
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| I think he means to do some harm
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| 'Cause he says he used to be a hero
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| Staring down into his beer… Oh
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| Upstairs in the house tonight
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| I’m coming down to see you
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| I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
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| What are we gonna do about it
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| Upstairs in the house tonight
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| I’m coming down to see you
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| I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
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| Little bit swings and roundabouts
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| Now first… Number one
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| Can anybody really ever know someone
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| Two, three
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| Why is everybody talking about me
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| Four, five
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| Is it just for this that we strive
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| Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
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| Two figures together add up to eleven
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| Upstairs in the house tonight
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| I’m coming down to see you
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| I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
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| What are we gonna do about it
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| Upstairs in the house tonight
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| I’m coming down to see you
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| I won’t stay in, you won’t come out
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| Little bit swings and roundabouts
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| Listen to me laughing, Mary
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| Ha, ha, ha… |