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It's an easy beat of nothing |
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And we don't need no guitars. |
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We can run and sing and wreak our cars. |
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Be careful of the judge inside |
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His gavel and his stand collide. |
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But he's only guilty of what's wrong. |
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Now you can take a feather and pull it from your hat. |
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You murder all the liars who say they're about to die. |
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Oh die, die, die, die. |
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You know that you'll die, die, die, die |
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I won't let you die, die, die |
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Oh....... |
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They tell you time and time again |
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It's now or never |
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But a bird flying out with the breeze |
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It's a damn good reason |
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For the change of season |
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We all lost our dog now |
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To the hunter and the fog now |
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Either it's asleep or it's lying |
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Well, there are many things that |
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I would love to turn you on to |
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Underneath the sun, but we are cool |
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Oh, cool, cool, cool, cool |
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You know that we're cool, cool, cool |
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Oh....... |
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They tell you time and time again |
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It's now or never |
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But a bird flying out with the breeze |
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It's a damn good reason |
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For the change of season |
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Just take what you can |
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Like a chicken in the pan |
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You're bound to drop it |
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Just doing what you can |