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He's got a rooster in a plastic bag |
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He's ripped a hole and now it's feathers drag |
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Plastic bag ? |
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And now it's heading for a vintage stew |
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'Cause you can make it OK |
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If the night were the day |
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You can make your escape |
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And change the point of view |
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Chef ? |
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He won't play this game |
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He's got until so he can get away |
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? the world his lust |
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He's growing vegetables in permafrost |
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But you can make it OK |
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If the night were the day |
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You can make your escape |
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And change the point of view |
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If you can make it OK |
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I can show you the way |
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It's the end of the line |
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Or the start of something new |
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Calabrachie(?) never wanted war |
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Burning over his antiquey whores(?) |
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Dropped ? |
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She's gonna bring it down |
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When that ensued |
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She can make it OK |
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If the night were the day |
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You can make your escape |
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And change the point of view |
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She can make it OK |
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I can show you the way |
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It's the end of the line |
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Or the start of something new |
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You can make it OK |
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You can make it OK |
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If you make it OK |
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If you make it OK |
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You can make it OK |
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You can make it OK |
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You can make it OK |
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And I can tell you alright |