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In a land made of strings |
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Where the hills are balls of twine |
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And the doctor knits the sun |
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Down in a baseball diamond mine |
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And the mozzarella sweaters |
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Gets sewn to the tits |
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Where the lump behind the sheet |
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Is where the tumor took a shit |
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And I'll be getting head |
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Under the rainbow |
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And I'll be getting head |
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Under the rainbow |
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And I'll be getting head |
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Under the rainbow |
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Well we came upon a cracker |
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And we all came on this cracker |
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And the last one had to eat it |
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And she did |
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But she threw it up like a whooer |
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So the sunshine stabbed right through her |
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Like a whooer on a skewer |
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In the wind |
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And I'll be getting head |
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Under the rainbow |
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And I'll be getting head |
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Under the rainbow |
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And I'll be getting head |
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Under the rainbow |
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Now the king was reading comics |
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When he stepped into some vomit |
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And he screamed like forty wolves |
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Being burned alive |
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And I rode my dolpin adam |
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And he fed my dolphin stars |
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He fed my dolphin stars |
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Like you'd put gasoline in cars |
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Papa was smart |
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But mama said I wasn't |
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Now I've got a million dollars |
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But who doesn't? |
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Gonna go to the graveyard |
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To get some beggin' done |
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Gonna dig up megan |
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And cut out my son |
