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My baby's building a sand castle |
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And someday we're gonna live on the shores |
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But nowadays we just hold our breath |
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Until the meeting next Monday |
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And it's going through the roof |
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We're blowing through the roof |
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If only you guys could see us |
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Me and my baby we bicker |
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but I know the talented devil inside |
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And so we bond over raising toasts |
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To absent minds, who paint the sky |
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Two absent minds, expecting to fly |
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My baby does tend to contradict it's only natural |
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That it's going through the roof |
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B-blowing through the roof |
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If only you guys could see |
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that I'm giving you the proof |
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I'm telling you the truth |
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They were gonna call tomorrow |
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Tow absent minds, expecting to fly |
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My baby knows how the world goes around |
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We'll jump the rails and abandon this town |
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Sometimes I blush when imaging |
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How big it's gonna be |
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Really, really, blowing through the roof |
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We're going through the roof |
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If only the world would follow I'm giving you the proof |
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What do I have to do to make sure you all believe us? |
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If only you guys could see us now |
