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Hey! Sugar Sugar, my sweet honey pie |
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Baby let me tell ya about the teenage lie |
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Your lips will be kissed, stories will be told |
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Just remember 'sick sick' all that glitters is gold. |
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He's calling now, he's calling... |
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And the song that he sang, meant everything |
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"King of Trash" |
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Me. I'm not young. Me, I'm not old |
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The revolution failed, so I've been told take me to the moon, |
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Me, I'd like that. I'm no prune. |
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He's calling now, he's calling... |
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And the song that he sang, meant everything |
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"King of Trash" |
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So pretty children it's time for bed |
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Keep-a-dreamin' dreamy dreams |
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What dies aint dead |
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"The King is dead his coffin a shiny black |
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Six Angels they hang-out at his back, |
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Two to sing, two to pray, two to carry his soul away... |
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He's calling now, he's calling... |
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And the song that he sang, meant everything |
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And the song that you sing, don't mean anything |
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And the song, the song that I sing, |
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Means everything |
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"King of Trash" |
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"The King of Trash" |
