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Safka |
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Poor little hairy kids out on their own |
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They run to the festival to show that they were one |
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They've fallen in love with all human kind |
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So tell them you love them so they don't change their mind |
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Write us a book of instructions or signs |
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And if it's been written then give us more time |
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Recite a poem or sing us a song |
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And tell us you love us so we don't feel alone |
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And it's sad that we weren't born like horses and sheep |
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To know where we're goin', to know what we need |
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But you've written the music so we'll sing along |
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But tell us you love us so we don't feel alone |
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Give the poet a poem and the singer a song |
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And they'll tell us you love us |
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So we don't feel alone |
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So we don't feel alone |
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So we don't feel alone |
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You gotta tell us you love us |
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So we don't feel all alone |
