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you can't stop the sun, |
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from come, come, coming out, |
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cos i've got my hairdryer, |
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and i'm gonna blow all the grey clouds away. |
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you think my life's been, |
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unpleasant and unclean, |
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what i've got up my sleeve, |
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it cuts up all of the bad things that i've seen. |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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i've got a passport, |
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to travel the universe, |
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a flicker like suki, |
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can eat from my hand and jump right to sushi. |
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i can't seem to keep my feet on the ground, |
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whenever it is that you are around, |
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we get so high i am frightened to move, yeah, |
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can't you see me? can't you see? |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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what you got? nothing sir, what you want? nothing sir. |
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why are we the unhappy ones? |
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you can't stop the sun, |
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from come, come, coming out, |
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cos i've got my hairdryer, |
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and i'm gonna blow, i'm gonna blow... |
