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I'm gonna tell your baby boythat father time's chock full of liesso don't jump in just yetdoubting thomas deserves much more than we can giveif we win the lottery, let's buy an island just for himso when that hurricane tries beatin' down the doorwe can make him bat its eyes until it can't see what's a-...until we can't see what's aheadyou can sew me in stitchesand curse at the cautiouswhile it lasts'cause soon we'll all forgetif we croak i hope ya know it's gonna be in single fileshunting for models that were never worth the whileeach one of us caught head for throwing jack frost in julyand staring at the sun till our eyes were doneand we could not see what's a-...until we can't see what's aheadyou can sew me in stitchesand curse at the cautiouswhile it lasts'cause soon we'll all forget |
