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tap on your cap |
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there's a whispering breeze in town |
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the trees have found a voice and |
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you're one for fun |
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you're one for fun in the gloating sun |
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and now i'm making it in |
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from out a fireplace on stilts |
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pay less attention |
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the room |
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said crying's a fate |
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or whatever word you used to call it |
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i'm one for climb |
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i'm one for climb in the sun |
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and how for us to be so black and happy |
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before the souls have all been stopped |
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the draining lasts for you still |
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five jars i'm drinking our fill |
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the tips will sing the christmas star |
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our laughing heart |
