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| I had a girl and Donna was her name. Since she left me, I've never been the same. | |
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| Cause I love my girl. Donna, oh where can ya be? | |
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| Oooooooh, Donna. Oooooooh, Donna. | |
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| Oooooooh, Donna. Oooooooh, Donna. | |
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| Ok, now that that song is stuck in your head, too, come frolic in the fields of misery with me. | |
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