| I love it just love it
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| Oh. |
| what a pretty picture now lets…
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| Jump off the corners and
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| Swap out the colors
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| Keep 'em comin' keep 'em comin'
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| Keep 'em shorter my brethren
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| Shimmy out another one
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| Thought about your lover
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| I’m tryin' to beat the process it’s nonsense
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| You’ve got to be the farthest thing from artists
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| No
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| You’re a head on a suit
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| I’m the living proof that you don’t have to lie to keep 'em from the truth
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| I think that boy’s got a sweet tooth
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| So I’ll put sugar in his gas tank
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| Ohh, ohh
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| Then I’ll wash my hands clean of you
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| I said I heard you’ve got a sweet tooth
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| I’ve got some sugar for your gas tank
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| Ohh, ohh
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| But I’ll wash my hands clean of you.
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| Clean of you…
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| Who doesn’t love the feeling of being a stranger
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| Breathing amongst all the people that you should call
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| When in need of healing
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| I will continue to speak
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| To honor the sheep
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| To wreak of an easing a song of kids
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| Cause they haven’t used open meaning
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| They fed us the works… ahh
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| And then they changed all my words
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| Cause I wouldn’t say that to you.
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| Cause I don’t have to lie
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| to keep you from the truth
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| I think that boy’s got a sweet tooth
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| So I’ll put sugar in his gas tank
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| Then I’ll wash my hands clean of you
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| Clean of you
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| I said I heard you’ve got a sweet tooth
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| Got some sugar for your gas tank
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| But I’ll wash my hands clean of you
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| Clean of you
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| (Hidden Track — Just South To Heaven)
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| She better watch those hands…
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| They’re awfully close.
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| Can’t use my eyes
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| It’s not working on you.
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| You dance and you sting
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| just like the jellyfish do. |
| yeah.
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| down by the water where i’m from
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| is Just south of Heaven. |
| ohh
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| I’ve met your friends
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| they’re not like you.
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| And I know the feeling too well
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| 'cause being alone is hard to do.
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| So you dance while I sing
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| just like we do.
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| down by the water where I’m from
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| is just south of Heaven.
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| ohh…
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| Let me see your words
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| Let them skin up from your core
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| Don’t you know I was born in the dirt
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| I’ve got what I need don’t want anymore, yeah.
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| So you dig and you dig
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| Cause you’ve been lookin' for the shore.
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| But still the water where I’m from is just
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| south of Heaven, ohhhhh… |