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It Ruffled up my feathers and it barked right up my tree |
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When Suddenly it seemed all the fingers were pointing on up at me |
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And the footsteps in the sand |
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And we are were all getting |
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Washed up by the sea |
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To leave me in stitches |
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Bursting at the seams |
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Bursting at the seams |
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When the sun came out to greet me |
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I only saw the wolves from my dreams |
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This is my Berlin blues song |
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Sometimes life can get a little wrong |
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But it won't be long |
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Cuz it just makes me strong |
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And there is a place where we one day |
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Would delve where there no more walking on eggshells |
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Where ideas are for free |
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OH! It's the place to be |
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A great mind's no longer the manority |
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I'll see you there with your hands in the air |
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Where the canvas is bare |
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And there's no more despair |
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And your third eye would stare |
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Nothing can compare |
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not want care |
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and I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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This is my Berlin blues song |
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Sometimes life can get a little wrong |
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But it won't be long |
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Cuz it just makes me strong |
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there is a place where we one day |
|
Would delve where there no more walking on eggshells |
|
Where ideas are for free |
|
OH! It's the place to be |
|
A great mind's no longer the manority |
|
I'll see you there with your hands in the air |
|
Where the canvas is bare |
|
And there's no more despair |
|
And your third eye would stare |
|
Nothing can compare |
|
not want care |
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and I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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I'll see you there |
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This is my Berlin blues song |
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Sometimes life can get a little wrong |
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But it won't be long |
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Cuz it just makes me strong |
