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Wow!' said the broken Californian down |
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On the beach that used to be by the beach |
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Town hasn't moved but's getting closer, losing ground |
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Making better views and close relaxing sounds |
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Ground sure don't like the way it's treated so now |
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It's moving back to the sea |
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Plan to hitch a ride with the river |
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Cuz deep down plumbing life is too cramped for me |
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I got wood legs and bow legs and no legs at all |
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Goddamn! Would you accept a collect call? |
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Oh no, I don't understand |
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I got sore eyes and poor eyes and no eyes at all |
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Goddamn! Would you like to take a fall? |
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No I don't like this plan |
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It was a staple of brass tacks and waxed backs |
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A memo left on the forehead of God |
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Sent sealed and signed by the saints who sang this song: |
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'We're going union like they say |
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We'll buy the congregation |
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Then one day, you'll find us sitting |
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in your chairs with big ideas of stocks and shares. |
