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You're not in the dark and you're not in the ditch |
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Where did you run? Did you meet the rich? |
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I don't mind saying you are my garden |
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So realize and realize foul vacations |
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You're not in the park and you're not in the ridge |
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Where did you run? Did you meet the rich? |
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I don't mind saying you are my garden |
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So realize and realize foul vacations |
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Oh shutter up from fame's vacation |
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I am the battering rains upon the spine |
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The base, the chest, the tree, the oak |
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The lamb, the mirrored lamp |
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Bought a rise on the raise and when you realize |
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Shutter up shutter up from fame's vacation |
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On the boat the batter breaks, Lydia, Lydia, Lydia |
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Shutter up until you realize I ain't breakin' no lie |
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Baby, baby, baby, hundred dollars and you're comin' back |
