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Cross sea harping on the paragon, |
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Screams daliance, |
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Chrome skies, she'll only pulverize, |
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Your poor collar. Suh! |
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Wooh-hoo, you're an audiophile. |
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Wooh-hoo, you can change on dime, yeah. |
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Float around solo, |
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Crawled ashore to check you out, |
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Soon we'll have our own little monkey, yeah, |
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Who'll follow you anywhere. |
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Wooh-hoo, you're so versatile, |
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Wooh-hoo, you're gonna thrive in dry times, yeah. |
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Blind dog tired, you have to shut your eyes, |
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Sleep ambulance, |
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Chrome skies, don't have to wonder why, |
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You're so tired. Suh! |
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Wooh-hoo, you're my tax return, |
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Wooh-hoo, you're my 1099a, yeah/ |
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Free-form green horn, |
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Born and raised to figure eight, |
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Back and forth across the country, yeah. |
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I'll follow you anywhere. |
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Is it out there? Has it blended in? |
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Wooh-hoo, you're an audiophile. |
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Wooh-hoo, you can change on a dime, yeah. |