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Where do the dreams of babies go |
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'Cause you know they're all so good |
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And they're also gone so fast |
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Keep all your guns at home |
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Help keep your momma safe |
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'Cause you know she's pretty good too |
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Where is the night so warm and so strange |
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That no one is afraid of themselves |
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Pick, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds |
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Out of your happy-go-lucky fields of such polluted thinking |
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Where do the rockets find planets X3 |
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Where are the dreams of the babies going |
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'Cause you know they're all going fast |
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Take, take as much as you can |
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'Cause you know it's going so fast |
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You know it's so good. |
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Where are the many mountains so brave |
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That they do not explode over everyone |
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Pick, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds |
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Out of your happy-go-lucky field |
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Of such polluted thinking |
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Where do the rockets find planets |
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Where do the rockets find planets |
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Keep your guns at home |
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Keep your guns at home |
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Help keep your momma safe |
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You know she's all good too |
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She's pretty good |
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Where are the dreams of babies going |
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'Cause you know they're all good |