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I was feeling ecstatic
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when I went to the attic
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and found my auld busking
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guitar

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But I felt consternation
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I disturbed hibernation
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at first it seemed quite
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bazaar

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When I blew off the dust
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it smelt like old must
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but t'was time to give it a
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bar

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It was then I heard flapping
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which sounded like clapping
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my first ever round of
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applause

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It stayed with the beat
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while tapping my feet
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I kept playing despite all my
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flaws

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I took early retirement
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though not a requirement
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"Bad Buskers" all get
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menopause

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I'm strumming the strings
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and the echo it rings
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but no jingling of coins as they
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fall

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So I play here alone
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as to what I was prone
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never made it to Carnegie
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Hall

Chorus

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Time to call it a day
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as they used to say
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for no encores or no curtain
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call

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Time to call it a day
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as they used to say
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for no encores or no curtain
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call

Outro

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There's a butterfly
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in my guitar

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There's a butterfly
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in my guitar

Fading

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There's a butterfly
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in my guitar.