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All Things Glum
This is as dreadful as it gets, don`t want tomorrow to come,
How would it be to run away
And dancing in the middle of a square would be a pleasure for some.
This is as dreadful as it gets, understand there is no time to hum,
How would it be to drift away
And blow a bubble out of a cherry bubble gum.
Could I turn my back and run,
Abandon all the things that are glum
How would it be to walk away
And forget about that day.
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