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Come save me from walking off a windowsill |
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or I'll sleep in the rain. |
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Don't you remember when I was a bird |
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and you were a map? |
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Now he drags down miles in America |
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briefcase in hand. |
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The stove is creeping up his spine again, |
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can't get enough trash. |
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He took the days for pageant |
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Became as mad as rabbits |
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With bushels of bad habits |
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Who could ask for anymore? |
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Yeah who could have more. |
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His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree |
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preached the devil in the belfry. |
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He checked in |
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to learn his clothes had been thieved |
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at the train station. |
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Rope hung his other branch |
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and at the end was a dog called Bambi |
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Who was chewing on his parliaments |
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when he tried to save the calendar business. |
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He tried to save the calender business. |
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He took the days for pageant |
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Became as mad as rabbits |
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With bushels of bad habits |
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Who could ask for anymore? |
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Who could have more. |
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The poor son of a humble chimney sweep |
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fell to a cheap crowd |
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So stay asleep and put on that cursive type |
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you know we live in a toy. |
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Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet |
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from the salvation army |
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But there ain't no sunshine in his song |
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We must reinvent love. |
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Reinvent love, reinvent love. |
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He took the days for pageant |
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Became as mad as rabbits |
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With bushels of bad habits |
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Who could ask for anymore? |
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Yeah who could have more. |
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We must reinvent love. |
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Reinvent love, reinvent love. |