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The daughter of a man |
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Was a mammal |
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She wore the mark of fire |
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And of flame |
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Though they're both the same |
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Born onto the age of the golden |
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Oh that golden age of endless loss and endless gain |
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Tra la la la, now |
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Because my lips have split |
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All the little children |
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They are hiding in front |
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In the middle and in behind |
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La, la, la, la ! |
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And because my nose has froze |
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But I can keep on smelling |
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I could smell my little day away |
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I could smell my whole day away |
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Na da da da ! |
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Now because my teeth don't bite |
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I could take them out dancing |
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I could take my little teeth out |
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And show them a real good time |
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Tra la la la |
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Well a real good time |
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A good time |
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A real good time |
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Good time |
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A good time |
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A real good time |
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A real good time |
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A real good time |
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A real good time |
