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Now somewhere between the plastic dog |
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And the flaps of the kitchen screen door |
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Rests a little gypsy moth |
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It got burned out from the war |
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It was a big one, the war that is |
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It was a Sunday afternoon |
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Gypsy was held the prisoner |
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By the screen door from the moon |
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Now somewhere between the dog food |
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And the moth in the kitchen screen door |
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I fell in love with the gypsy |
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So I signed up for the war |
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It was a big one, the moth that is |
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She was the size of a baby raccoon |
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I pulled down the plastic prison walls |
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And we danced in the light of the moon |
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Well, she knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Yeah, she knows everything about living |
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She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled |
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And danced in celebration |
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We won the war of the kitchen screen door |
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And the gypsy's liberation |
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It was a big one, the victory |
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And the sun gave way to the moon |
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Well, we got drunk and she thanked me |
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And then we drank all afternoon |
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Now somewhere between the back porch |
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And the yellowed light of the moon |
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[Incomprehensible] widow even wonders |
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On a Sunday night in June |
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It was a big one, the spider that is |
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And she never even batted an eye |
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When the gypsy flew into her web and |
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You know, sometimes it might be difficult |
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To walk the street blind when you're half in the bag |
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And three sheets to the wind, so to speak but to fly? |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
