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| ♫ When I find myself in times of trouble, mother mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom. Let it be. ♫ | |
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| ♫ And in my hour of darkness she is standing, right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom. Let it be. ♫ | |
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| ♫ Stick a finger in her slot and call it macaroni ♫ | |
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| Why do all your songs have to end like that? | |
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