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Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter |
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In promises, a sea |
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We hold out our pans |
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Lift our hands to catch them |
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We eat them up, drink them up |
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Up, up, up |
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Hey, let me in |
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Hey, let me in |
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I only wish that I could hear you whisper down |
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Mr. fisherman, to a less peculiar ground |
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He gathered up his loved ones |
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And he brought them all around |
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To say goodbye, nice try |
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Hey, let me in, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Hey, let me in, let me in |
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I had a mind to try to stop you, let me in, let me in |
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I've got tar on my feet and I can't see |
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All the birds look down and laugh at me |
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Clumsy, crawling out of my skin |
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Hey, let me in, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Hey, let me in |
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Hey, let me in, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Hey, let me in |