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sun is shining, I can only imagine clouds in the sky |
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and the beams cry loud in my eyes and I'm fried as I lay me down I am beamed |
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rain left a caustic shroud on my skin |
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drained all the healthy clouds off the wind |
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stains on my cheeks in my head took my long hair |
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snakes bit my feet, ate my toes |
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snow left a carpet...... |
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cold on my knees |
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blew all the 'mid june heat' off the seas |
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clouds grew a shade, a mushroom shape on the ceiling |
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flies rub your hands, its all yours! |
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I have got one finger left |
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I saved it for my 'ray gun trigger' |
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all the toes I lost I did preserve in piles |
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they're gettin' bigger |
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beamed flies rub your hands its all yours! |
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have your dance |
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plastic seasons are here |
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so please have a little toast to me |
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go and get pissed on me! |
