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Now somewhere between the plastic, dog eared flaps of the kitchen screen door |
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Rests a little gypsy moth, it got burned out from the war |
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It was a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon |
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The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon |
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Now somewhere between the dog food and the moth in the kitchen screen door |
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I fell in love with the gypsy, so I signed up for the war |
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It was a big one, the moth that is, she was the size of a baby raccoon |
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I pulled down the plastic prison walls and we danced in the light of the moon |
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(Chorus) Well she knows nothing at all about life |
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Now she knows everything about living |
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She knows nothing at all about life |
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Yeah, she knows everything about living |
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She dipped and swirled and dove and twirled |
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And danced in celebration |
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We won the war of the kitchen screen door |
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And the gypsy's liberation |
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It was a big one, the victory, and the sun gave way to the moon |
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Well we got drunk and she thanked me, and then we drank all afternoon |
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Now somewhere between the back porch and the yellowed light of the moon |
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Waits a widow even wonders on a Sunday night in June |
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It was a big one, the spider that is, and she never even batted an eye |
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The gypsy flew into her web and I thought |
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You know, sometimes it might be difficult to walk the street blind when you're half in the bag and three sheets to the wind so to speak' but to fly? |
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