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Sounds are cutoff short |
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They make up rhythms |
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And pixelated many pixel food |
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Well i thought i found a way |
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To lay the joystick down |
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A girl with eyes the color of pea soup |
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And there's a flame |
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There's a spark |
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But she beat my high score |
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So say goodbye |
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There's the door |
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I can't see you anymore |
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And there's a flame |
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There's a spark |
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But she beat my high score |
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So say goodbye |
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There's the door |
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I can't see you anymore |
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Nah nah nah nah |
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??? |
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Besides she lost her cloak just yesterday |
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The dry cleaners must have mixed |
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The tickets up and so |
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She got some guys |
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Leather three piece suit instead |
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And there's a flame |
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There's a spark |
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But she beat my high score |
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So say goodbye |
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There's the door |
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I can't see you anymore |
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And there's a flame |
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There's a spark |
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But she beat my high score |
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So say goodbye |
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There's the door |
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I can't see you anymore |
