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Introdução:
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Don't go lookin' through that old camphor box woman,
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You know those old things only make you cry.
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When you dream upon that little bunny rug
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It makes you think that life has passed you by
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There are days when you wish the world would stop woman,
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But then you know some wounds would never heal
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But when I browse the early pages of the children
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It's then I know exactly how you feel.
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Hey it's July and the winter sun is shining
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And the Cootamundra wattle is my friend
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For all at once my childhood never left me
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'Cause wattle blossoms bring it back again.
It's Sunday and you should stop the worry woman,