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Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool |
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I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool |
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There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger |
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I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger |
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But I can't go back, he can't go back |
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I can't make it back to where I came |
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As I hold my whole body under |
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Legs, tail, and belly shaking the top of the pool |
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Legs, tail, and belly shattering the window of the pool |
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Mouth and belly scaring the fish down under |
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Tongue and belly scaring the snakes there too |
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But I can't go back, the dog won't go back |
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He won't run the path to his master's home |
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'Til he climbs that bank over yonder |
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Well, the fish gonna make it home in a couple of days |
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The birds gonna make it home before his grip turns dry |
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Everybody's moving but me |
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Everybody's moving but me |
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I'm gonna make it home piece by piece |
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I'm gonna make it home piece by piece |
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There goes my arms, make it home |
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There goes my legs, make it home |
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There goes my leadbelly |
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I'm a rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool |
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Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool |
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Rock on my belly |
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Rock on my belly |
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Rock on my belly |
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Rock on my belly |
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Rock on my belly lying in the bottom of a pool |
