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@ @ |
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He was born in the ocean |
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Swimmin', swimmin' |
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He was raised by the seashore |
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His first fight was with a crashing wave |
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She was born like a fire ball |
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Screamin', screamin' |
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She was raised by the moonlight |
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Riding on a falling star |
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They were all alone, they didn't answer to no one |
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And they liked it that way, they were happy |
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They were all alone, a couple of misfits |
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They gone and left their home and no one missed it |
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He was livin' in a dream |
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Wondering and wondering |
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She was pulling on the seams |
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Whispering and thundering |
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They were imitating fools |
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They were making up their own set of rules |
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Like skewed reflections of a page |
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They were holding up a mirror to |
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There's no turning back |
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Just cut me some slack |
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Now he stands with a guitar |
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Singin', singin' |
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And she dances with wheat flour |
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Stringin' and stringin' and stringin' and stringin' |
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They were all alone, they didn't answer to no one |
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And they liked it that way, they were happy |
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They were all alone, a couple of misfits |
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They gone and left their home and no one missed it |
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They were all alone |
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A couple of misfits (all alone you couldn't miss it) |
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They were all alone |
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A couple of misfits (all alone) |
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They were all alone |
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