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It's all here |
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Today is the only day |
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The old times make way for the new |
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Some fruit punch |
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Spills on a tablecloth |
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But there ain't no mess to clean up |
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Garbage in a can sticks together |
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The tiniest of things are forever |
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Drop a couple coins and a feather |
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And watch them float away at the same time |
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Song is made with sugar and lemonade |
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Sing on the porch, swing along |
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Me and you having a barbecue |
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Sticking our thumbs in the air |
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Meeting of some notes on a pocket |
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Sitting in the sun with some chocolate |
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Drop a couple pens and some pencils |
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And watch it all fall right into place |