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The morning belonged to the grapefruit |
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Ripe in the gold Rome sun |
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I throw out the rind |
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It's just bitter to me |
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Done, done, done. |
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The skyline is made of the umbrella pine |
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And I wish we could climb everyone |
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But all I could see in the shape of the streets |
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Done, done, done. |
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Cue the elephants! |
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The torches they light in the woods |
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Can you and me save the city? |
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I thought that we promised we would. |
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But you've got your hands in your pockets |
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And you can't look me in the eye |
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And now for that eternal question: |
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Why? Why? Why? |
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And then he would look at those starlings |
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Together they swoop down as one |
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He'd read in that dizzy ellipsis |
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Done, done, done. |
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We dangle our legs in the fountains |
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The pail is red and on |
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The aqueduct water is ancient |
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Done, done, done. |
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Cue the elephants! |
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The torches they light in the woods |
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Can you and me save the city? |
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I thought that we promised we would. |
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But you've got your hands in your pockets |
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And you can't look me in the eye |
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And now for that eternal question: |
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Why? Why? Why? |
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La la-laa |
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La luh-laa |
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La la-la la la |
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La luh-laa |
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La luh-laa |
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La la-la la la laa-uhh. |