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She plays wipeout on the drums |
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the squirrels and the birds come |
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Gather around to sing the guitar |
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Oh I...have you got nothing to say |
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When all words fail she speaks |
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Her mix tape's a masterpiece |
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Walks through the garden |
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so the roses can see |
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Oh I...have you got nothing to say |
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And you can see the daisies |
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in her footsteps |
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Dandelions, butterflies |
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I wanna be Kate |
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Everyday she wars the same thing |
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I think she smokes pot |
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She's everything I need, She's everything I'm not |
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Oh. I... |
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Have you got nothing to say |
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She never gets wet |
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She smiles and it's a rainbow |
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And she speaks and she breathes |
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I wanna be Kate |
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Down by the Rosemary and Cameron |
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She hands out the |
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Bhagaved Gita |
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I see her around every couple days |
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I wanna meet her so that |
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I can say...hey Kate |
