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Dance, dance |
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Dancing kid on the snare drum today |
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I look good in my winter coat, puffed up |
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Like a puffin on, on the rock |
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I saw the desert today |
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Flash crack backward aging, nitric acid |
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And there goes another legend up in smoke |
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Not innocent or mercurial |
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I powdered rhino horns for you |
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And I'll serve it on a plate to you |
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I still want you coming 'round here today |
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Beautifully to my squirrel cage |
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All is quiet on the western front today |
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You have sunk all my battle ships |
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Oh, the mystery, not your ivory |
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I won't hurt you anymore |
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I won't hurt you anymore |
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I won't hurt you anymore |
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I won't hurt you anymore |
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I won't hurt you anymore, anymore, anymore |
