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Let's build up tall into the sky |
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We can sit on those beams and smile |
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And eat our sandwiches and smoke cigarettes |
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Like those boys who built |
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New York City |
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No fear of falling, oh, it looks so pretty |
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Oh look, a funeral, a carnival |
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Sugar, sugar so high, high |
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Let's build all this shit, no one's ever gonna buy |
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When we come 'round we'll blame the sugar high |
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And act all sheepish and kinda sorryish |
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They'll just sit there like monuments |
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Plastic flapping in the wind like a flag so sad |
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Sugar, so high, high |
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Hey Charlie, don't you know? |
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Seanie, don't you know? |
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Paddy, don't you know the |
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Baileys?Good old boys at the races |
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Yeah, in a big tent at the races |
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He's a friend of mine, he's a friend of yours |
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He's a friend of ours like not so wise guys |
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Yeah, not so wise guys |
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And they'll do anything for sugar, sugar so high, high |
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Yeah, anything for sugar, sugar so high, high |
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Anything, anything |
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Can't let go of the good times |
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Good times, good times |
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Sugar so high |
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Sugar, sugar so high |
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Free to those who can afford it |
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To those who can afford it |
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Very dear to those who can't |
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Those who can't |
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Free to those who can afford it |
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To those who can afford it |
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Very dear to those who can't |
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Those who can't |
