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Happy is the man born again. |
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He's growing hollow with age. |
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Makeshift heaven sins. |
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And he hopes you've been saved. |
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Yeah we hear him. |
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He makes no sense at all. |
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Happy is the man who has known, |
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He's made a fool of everyone. |
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The cut short the inside out. |
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Before long he's something to shout about. |
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Please start me bouncing off your wall. |
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Please start me bouncing off your wall. |
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No, he makes no sense at all. |
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Happy is the man who can't trust. |
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He's overcome return to just. |
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Lullaby look in your eye. |
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Yeah we hear him. |
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But he makes no sense. |
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Please start me bouncing off your wall. |
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Please start me bouncing off your wall. |
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It came over me again |
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I said, I said. |
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To see you eyeing around. |
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Lullaby high. |
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Lullaby high. |
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And he makes no sense at all. |
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Please start me bouncing off your wall. |
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And he makes no sense at all. |
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Please start me bouncing off your wall. |
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And he makes no sense at all. |
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Please start me bouncing off your wall. |
