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I wrote for luck |
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They sent me you |
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I sent for juice |
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They sent me poison |
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I hold the line |
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You form a queue |
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Try nothing hard |
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There's nothing else you can do |
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You can try |
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But you can't chain me |
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I can sniff, bend, stand |
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And bend and roll over |
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I don't breathe |
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I just dance |
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There's more than one sign |
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And it's getting less |
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When you're wet |
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You're getting dryer |
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You used to speak the truth |
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But now you're a liar |
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You used to speak the truth |
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But now you're clever |
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I wrote for luck |
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They sent me you |
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I sent for juice |
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They sent me poison |
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I hold the line |
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You form a queue |
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Try nothing hard |
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There's nothing else you can do |
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And when you're wet |
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You're getting dryer |
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You used to speak the truth |
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But now you're a liar |
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You used to speak the truth |
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But now you're clever |
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And when it's hot |
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You start to melt' |
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Cos you're not made of cheese |
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You're made of chocolate |
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And when it's cold |
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You tend to cry |
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Keep on piling out |
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And not putting by |