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I awoke from the dream |
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Laying on the ground (of) the crystal mountain one day |
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I followed the stream |
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And cut my feet on stone |
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While I am in better tone and dismay |
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Building a hut, talking to rocks |
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I'm drawing pictures the stick in the mud |
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I ain't got nothing to say |
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But I'll sing anyway |
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La-la-la-la-laaa |
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Oh there was only doubled bone |
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And teeth at the foot of the cave |
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So with a sharp, edged stone |
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I went down to the water cave |
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Cutting my chin, raw violin |
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There's blood in the water and I'm jumping in |
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I ain't got nothing to say |
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But I'll sing anyway |
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La-la-la-la-laaa |
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I ain't got nothing to do |
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I wanna do it with you |
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La-la-la-la-laaa (Oooh) |
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La-la-la-la-laaa |
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La-la-la-la-laaa (Oooh) |
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La-la-la-la-laaa |
