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You slept in your overalls |
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After the wrecking ball |
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Bereft you of house and home |
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And left you with sweet fuck-all |
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So we got in your car |
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With our kickabout hearts |
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And we hollered out 'sweet clementine' |
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Tell your mom to marry us |
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A candle to carry us |
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With cans on our bicycle fenders |
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So sweet and hilarious |
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And we'll find us a home |
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Built of packaging foam |
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That will be there 'til after we die |
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And, I'll play the clarinet |
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Use clamshells for castinets |
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We play with our bags on our shoulders |
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My sweet lady lioness |
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And I watch as you sleep |
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So indelibly deep |
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And I hum to you sweet clementine |
