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When your mother sends back all of your invitations
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And your father to your sister, he explains
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That youʼre tired of yourself and all of your creations
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Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
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Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
Now when all of the flower ladies want back what they have lent you
And the smell of their roses does not remain
And all of your children start to resent you
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
Now when all the clowns that you have commissioned
Have died in battle or in vain
And youʼre sick of all this repetition
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
When all of your advisors heave their plastic
At your feet to convince you of your pain
Trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
Now when all the other bandits that you turned the other cheek to
All lay down their bandanas and complain
And you want somebody you donʼt have to speak to
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
Wonʼt you come see me Queen Jane
