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Put me in your suitcase |
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Let me help you pack |
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'Cause you're never coming back |
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No, you're never coming back |
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Cook me in your breakfast |
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And put me on your plate |
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'Cause you know I taste great |
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Yeah, you know I taste great |
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At the hop, it's greaseball heaven |
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With candy pants and Archie too |
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Put me in your dry dream |
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Or put me in your wet |
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If you haven't yet |
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No, if you haven't yet |
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Light me with your candle |
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And watch the flames grow high |
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No, it doesn't have to try |
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It doesn't have to try |
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Well, I won't stop all of my pretending |
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That you'll come home |
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You'll be coming home, someday soon |
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Put me in your blue skies |
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Or put me in your gray |
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There's gotta be someway |
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There's gotta be someway |
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Put me in your tongue tie |
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Make it hard to say |
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That you ain't gonna stay |
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That you ain't gonna stay |
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Wrap me in your marrow |
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Stuff me in your bones |
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Sing a mending moan |
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A song to bring you home |
