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You've been kickin' on me |
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I've been kickin' on you |
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You've been kickin' my tree just to suck on the fruit |
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Mop up my troubles and you throw the old sad days away |
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I've been pickin' your fleas |
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You've been pickin' my fleas |
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I've been pickin' this guitar underneath your lovin' tree |
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Sittin' on this star of ours showin' me a cloud-free galaxy...(because!) |
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You're a clean machine |
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You sparkle in the sun |
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You're a clean machine |
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A diamond in the mud... |
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Yeah! You're a clean machine |
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I been losin' my brain, |
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You've been loosenin' my brain |
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Slicin' off the sour so the good parts remain |
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Handin' me a band-aid perfect for a soul-sized bullet hole |
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Down. I've felt that before |
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Too flat to bounce back |
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I've been shovin' you around and defending your attack attackin like a leaky sack of sugar with a sweetness |
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I cant taste right cause!) |
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You're a clean machine |
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You sparkle in the sun |
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You're a clean machine |
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A diamond in the mud |
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You're a clean machine |
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You're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, yea-ah! |
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You're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, yea-ah! |
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You're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, you're a clean machine, yea-ah! |
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Yea-ah! Yea-ah! |
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Yay-yay-yea-ah-ah! |
