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I wrote for luck. |
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They sent me you. |
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I sent for juice. |
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You give me poision. |
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I hold the line. |
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You form the queue. |
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Try anything hard. |
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Is there anything else you can do? |
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Well not much - I've not been trained. |
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I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over. |
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I don't read. |
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I just guess. |
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There's more than one sign. |
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But it's getting less. |
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And you were wet. |
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But you're getting dryer. |
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You use to speak the truth. |
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But now you're liar. |
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You use to speak the truth. |
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But now you're clever. |
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And I wrote for luck. |
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And they sent me you. |
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And I sent for juice. |
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You give me poision. |
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I hold the line. |
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You form the queue. |
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Try anything hard. |
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Is there anything else you can do? |
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And you were wet. |
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But you're getting dryer. |
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You use to speak the truth. |
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But now you're clever. |
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You use to speak the truth. |
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But now you're clever. |
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And when it's hot. |
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You start to melt. |
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'Cos you're not made of jean. |
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You're made of chocolate. |
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And when it's cold. |
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You tend to crack. |
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You keep on piling out. |
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Not puttin' back ... |
