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Hewlett's daughter |
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Loved her father |
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And I think she loved me too |
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For a little while |
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Hewlett's daughter |
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I forgot her |
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Now I'm treating water |
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And waste at night |
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High above the wrecks |
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On ice shelves and glaciers |
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I spy below the mess |
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And measure the pressure |
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Where sofas float on roads |
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And somebody stole your guns |
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Well sir I'm the only one |
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To get back your stolen guns |
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I should have been your son |
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High above the wrecks |
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On ice shelves and dressers |
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With crash united sewn |
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On all of my dress shirts |
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They firefell the roads |
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And somebody stole your guns |
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Well sir I'm the only one |
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To get back your stolen guns |
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I should have been your son |
