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Well, Old Joe, he moves slow |
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He likes to look at things |
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Paint pictures on his radio |
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He says they make the songs look better |
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One day, Joe met a girl |
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Sweet breathing thing |
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Dancin' naked, nudey in the winter snow |
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Underneath her dozen sweaters |
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And someday, somewhere |
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Some things get hit by lightin' |
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And some things just don't |
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Hope we live long and lucky |
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At least one thing's for sure |
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Or maybe it isn't |
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No matter where we are |
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It's this life that we're livin' in |
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At least one thing's for sure |
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Or maybe it isn't |
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No matter where we are |
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It's this life that we're livin' in |
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And someday, somewhere |
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Some things get hit by lighting |
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And some things just don't |
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Hope we live long and lucky |
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Well, Old Joe moves slow |
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And like to look at things |
