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I would dare you, but I know I don't need to |
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You're going to do just what you want to |
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You're going to take the leading chair at the fairground |
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You're going to sing the praises of your fruit |
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Mine smell like honey, uh! |
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Mine smell like honey, uh! |
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Mine smell like hu- hu- hu- honey, uh! |
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Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper! |
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Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper! |
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Dig a hole! Dig it deeper, deeper! |
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Track a trail of honey through it all |
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If the end comes faster than we had expected |
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And predictions lead us to the final fall |
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If the flowers crack the grave and leave the pattern of the pavement |
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I can hear you shouting over it all |
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Mine smell like honey, uh! |
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Mine smell like honey, uh! |
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Mine smell like hu- hu- hu- honey, uh! |
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Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper! |
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Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper! |
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Dig a hole! Dig it deeper, deeper! |
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Track a trail of honey through it all |
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Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper! |
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Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper! |
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Dig a hole! Dig it deeper, deeper! |
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Track a trail of honey through it all |
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You track a trail of honey through it all |
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You track a trail of honey |
