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Turbid: |
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Yes it's Turbid and I like to reclaim freely, |
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Like tracks of da pigeons in the air you don't see me |
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I'm a host of magical illusions |
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I be callin' vast amount of tibbits and intrusions |
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Croucho: |
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I love this place |
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It smells so good |
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It puts me in |
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A sunset mood |
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The skies pour down |
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Like ice cream |
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Listen to the juice |
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Of my light beam |
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Snuggles: |
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This the sun settin' snuggles |
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Stepppin' up |
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Fill your hearts like a teddy bear |
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Fizzy is my flow, fuzzy is my wear |
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Comin' in layers of sugar and frost |
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Sprad that fluffy island dust |
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Petticoat lady, pet the little bunny |
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Runny with the honey and I don't need money |
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Fresh lemonade and sugar cane |
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Melting on the palm of my hand |
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Take you to the empty pleasure land |
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Boowaboowaboowaboo |
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Pet sound honey baby |
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Rubber soul runny Glowstick gravy |
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Boowaboowaboowaboo |
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Good luck fot the ride |
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Good luck for the ride |
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Good luck for the ride |
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That beats your dusty ride, that's right |
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Croucho: |
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Boil it down |
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Caramelize |
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Make it soft for the ladies eyes |
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Get down on the croucho playground |
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In the chicklet castle i'm a goon in a gown |
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Wizard: |
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Sun and moon go hand in hand |
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Cryin' tears of a puppet band |
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If there's a fire, there's a fireman |
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Fun's to be heard across the land |
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I do magical tricks, got a truckload full |
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Lying on the beach I get grabbed by the pull |
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Of the mystery waters |
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This one goes out to all sons and daughters |
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Turbid: |
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I be wobbelin gobbelin, see dis is da stardust-robbery |
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Pleasure island, where you come from dis is destillery |
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Of our minds our mission |
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We be fishin' for da loontoons rubbersoul spreadin' superstissiones |
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Pit: |
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The Beach and the Shore, cut copy and paste |
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Pitch motha****a you know we got taste |
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Shhhhh - that's how we do it |
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Shhhhh - 's how we grow doobidoo |
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Pet sound honey baby |
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Rubber soul runny Glowstick gravy |
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Chorus |
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Bunny: |
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After dark we get the glowsticks out |
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Phosphorise and dont worry about |
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Nothin' never and no mans |
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Sellin' my muffins and charm in grams |
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Hammerhead: |
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Hold it, hold it [while bunnys part] |
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This is too sweet for me |
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I like salt water on a blood red reef |
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I eat off the shores of the pleasure island |
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Hammerhead , meatpies for milesin my land |
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Turbid: |
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We is a fluid unit, |
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'n we is not going soon |
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It's mars to settle down, |
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For da stars da worlds a clown, |
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Down us is goin' as a firethrower showin heat, |
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Yeah ourselves is the one in the end we's gonna meet, |
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yeah I wish you a good luck 'ah to store your nuts, |
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To store your fruits |
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Whatever your boy whatever your mood's like, |
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We gonna keep on hikin through your chemicals, |
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Whatever you say, your mind's cotrolled by my chemicals, |
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Of fills and skills over the hills |
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And shores we be spreadin' our dumbass thrills |
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