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Let's fly away to the other side... |
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Let's fly away to the other side, |
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Wipe the slate clean for the umpteenth time. |
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Start in again on a life of crime, |
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On the other side, other side. |
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Let's find a place on the other side, |
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A cozy shack full of turpentine. |
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We'll live on bread crusts and lemon rind... |
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To the other side, other side... |
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On this side, the leaves are changing colors... |
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On this side, the grass is turning brown... |
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You make me go to the cellar, |
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You're like a bell turned upside down. |
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Let's build a gate to the other side, |
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Then hesitate to carry the bride. |
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Over a threshold shotgun-shy, |
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To the other side, other side. |
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Other side, other side... |
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Your side has a favorite color, |
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Your side is turning toolbox brown. |
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Our side wants to call them over, |
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And keep you from running out of bounds. |
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Other side, other side, other side, other side, |
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Other side, other side, other side, other side, |
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This side, that side, let's count down! |
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Let's find a way to the other side, |
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Hop on a sled and go for a ride. |
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Let the trail of bread crumbs be our guide, |
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To the other side, other side. |
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Other side, other side, other side, other side... |