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I	A
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A washing hangs upon the line	B
but it's not mine	B
None of the things that I can see	C
belong to me	C
The neighbors got a radio with an aerial	D
we got a little portable	D
They got a lot of closet space	E
we got a suitcase	E
	-
I say Le Roy just how much are we owing	F
Something I can't comprehend	G
the more we got the more we spend	G
He only answers Let's get going	F
Le Roy you're earning too much money now	H
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I sit and look at our backyard	I
and find it very hard	I
What have we got for all his dollars and cents	J
A pile of bottles by the fence	K
He's faithful and he's kind	L
but he sure has an inquiring mind	L
He's seen a lot he's bound to see the rest	M
and if I protest	M
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Le Roy answers with a frown	N
Darling when I earns I spends	O
The world is wide it still extends	O
I'm going to get a job in the next town	N
Le Roy you're earning too much money now	H
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II	A
	-
The time has come to call a halt	P
and so it ends	O
He's gone off with his other friends	O
He needn't try to make amends	O
this occasion's all his fault	P
Through rain and dark I see his face	E
across the street at Flossie's place	E
He's drinking in the warm pink glow	Q
to th' accompaniment of the piccolo	Q
	-
The time has come to call a halt	P
I met him walking with Varella	Q
and hit him twice with my umbrella	Q
Perhaps that occasion was my fault	P
but the time has come to call a halt	P
	-
Go drink your wine and go get tight	R
Let the piccolo play	Q
I'm sick of all your fussing anyway	Q
Now I'm pursuing my own way	Q
I'm leaving on the bus tonight	R
Far down the highway wet and black	S
I'll ride and ride and not come back	S
I'm going to go and take the bus	T
and find someone monogamous	T
	-
The time has come to call a halt	P
I've borrowed fifteen dollars fare	U
and it will take me anywhere	U
For this occasion's all his fault	P
The time has come to call a halt	P
	-
III	A
	-
Lullaby	A
Adult and child	V
sink to their rest	M
At sea the big ship sinks and dies	W
lead in its breast	M
	-
Lullaby	A
Let mations rage	X
let nations fall	Q
The shadow of the crib makes an enormous cage	X
upon the wall	Q
	-
Lullaby	A
Sleep on and on	Y
war's over soon	Z
Drop the silly harmless toy	A2
pick up the moon	Z
	-
Lullaby	A
If they should say	Q
you have no sense	K
don't you mind them it won't make	B2
much difference	C2
	-
Lullaby	A
Adult and child	V
sink to their rest	M
At sea the big ship sinks and dies	W
lead in its breast	M
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IV	-
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What's that shining in the leaves	D2
the shadowy leaves	D2
like tears when somebody grieves	D2
shining shining in the leaves	D2
	-
Is it dew or is it tears	E2
dew or tears	E2
hanging there for years and years	F2
like a heavy dew of tears	E2
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Then that dew begins to fall	Q
roll down and fall	Q
Maybe it's not tears at all	Q
See it see it roll and fall	Q
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Hear it falling on the ground	G2
hear all around	G2
That is not a tearful sound	G2
beating beating on the ground	G2
	-
See it lying there like seeds	H2
like black seeds	H2
see it taking root like weeds	H2
faster faster than the weeds	H2
	-
all the shining seeds take root	I2
conspiring root	I2
and what curious flower or fruit	I2
will grow from that conspiring root	I2
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fruit or flower It is a face	E
Yes a face	E
In that dark and dreary place	E
each seed grows into a face	E
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Like an army in a dream	J2
the faces seem	J2
darker darker like a dream	J2
They're too real to be a dream	J2

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