| Bella played the bridge every second
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| Loneliest night of the year
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| Took a certain liking to a fellow there, Bella
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| She said I brought her back to some old better man, fella
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| Bella, she was born today feeling kinda spry
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning, yeah
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| Like lightning, oh, like fire
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning
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| Bella made her bed in red
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| Every loneliest night of the year
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| Tied me to rages of her rocking chair, Bella
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| Fed me quiet offer through her ever wares, I tell ya
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| Bella she was born today feeling kinda spry
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning yeah
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| Like lightning, oh, like fire
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning
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| Ever yearning forest fire
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| And all of her lines she left unread
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| «Spirits and battles won,» she said
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| And over her mountain tops
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| She ground me off where… I can’t remember… no
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| Bella played the bridge on the second
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| Loneliest of the year
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| Bella she was born today
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| Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh
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| Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh
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| Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh
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| Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning
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| Fifty years gone
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning
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| Fifty years gone
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| Fifty years man
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| Fifty years gone
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| Bella’s birthday cake was burning, burning, burning
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| Bella, Bella, woo… |