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Straw can bury us |
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We can carry the hay |
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But straws can break |
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Like the reasons for my behavior |
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Straws mend |
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And straws bend |
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And dry ones catch like |
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A secret worth never paid for |
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Strong muscles |
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My strong muscles |
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Plowman, come and dig my farm |
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It's only making my body sneeze |
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Straw, straw can bury us, we can carry us |
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But you better jump right now |
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'Cause these brakes left some sparks |
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And now the wagon's caught fire |
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Let's jump up on the camel's back |
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Not one straw there gonna break his back |
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Not one straw there gonna break his back |
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Just the weight of five short men |
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Let's jump up on the camel's back |
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Not one straw there gonna break his back |
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Not one straw there gonna break his back |
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Just the weight of six young men |
