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Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
And think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
And drop 'em in a teacup
Take 'em down to the riverside
And throw 'em over the east side
To be swept up by a current
And taken to the ocean
To be eaten by some fishes
Who were eaten by some fishes
And swallowed by a whale
Who grew so old, he decomposed
He died and left his body
To the bottom of the ocean
Now everybody knows
That when a body decomposes
The basic elements
Are given back to the ocean
Then sea does what it oughta
Consume the salty water
(Not too good for drinkin')
'Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
(So you run it through a filter)
And it comes out of the faucet
(When it pours into the teapot)
Which is just about to bubble
Now think about your troubles
Now, are you sleeping?
Can you hear me now?
HATA BİLDİR
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