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I never thought of this as funny |
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It speaks another world to me |
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I wanna be your Easter bunny |
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I wanna be your Christmas tree |
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I'll strip the world that you must live in |
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Of all its godforsaken greed |
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I'll ply the tar out of your feathers |
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I'll pluck the thorns out of your feet |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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And if I choose your sanctuary |
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I'll want to wash you with my hand |
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I'll want to drink of sacred fountains |
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And find the riches hidden there |
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I'll eat the lotus and peyote |
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I'll want to hear the caged bird sing |
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I'll want the secrets of the temple |
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I'll want the finger with the ring |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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Then if you make me your religion |
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I'll give you all the room you need |
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I'll be the drawing of your breath |
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I'll be the cup if you should bleed |
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I'll be the sky above the Ganges |
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I'll be the vast and stormy sea |
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I'll be the lights that guide you inward |
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I'll be the visions you will see |
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The visions you will see |
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You will see |
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You will see |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
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You and me |
