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its quiet on my floor |
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except for a gospel ladies |
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just the smell of some wicked candles |
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makes me thinks into the ... |
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they wear light rimmed hats and joyful smiles |
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who loved to run up the street branch |
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and in the middle of it is a puddle of water |
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wind of faithful voices |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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your cat is a friendly brother |
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whod offer his heart with allegience |
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and if he could talk we'd be best friends |
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the only friend he has is his food bowl |
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and he bites through... your boot |
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and for the commendable attention you give him |
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and you cuddle for a half an hour |
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and he dreams about his food bowl |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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ill leave you in my heart |
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six or seven later |
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im still very very hungry |
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im still ranked in stones |
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like a ... |
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but my heaven is all around me |
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and theres lulu (?) in my body |
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have i eaten all the very good dates now |
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is our night worth contemplating? |
