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Caught up in the morning |
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I won't rush out through the window |
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I would stay another day |
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Add a little milk |
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And it would taste like summer silk |
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Just for you and me |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
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Playing with the abstract |
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It would take us back to Friday |
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When we were adolescents |
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Those juvenile days |
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Never settled on the canvas |
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But we both knew what it was |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
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Let it float away |
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Keep the fire up |
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I'll wear an orange suit |
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The semi bitter taste |
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Don't take it off of me |
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I'll never walk again |
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With the spiders in my tongue |
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Caught up in the morning |
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I won't rush out of the window |
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I would stay another day |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
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Ah ah |
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Let's drink it all |
