| Come and bring your stereo
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| Come and bring your stereo
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| And lay down on my pillow
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| Down into a dream we go
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| Down into a dream we go
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| You never know where we go
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| Under the shading of a willow tree
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| Sam and I awoke where we were once sleeping
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| The bed that we lay upon was chamomile
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| And it smells like bubble gum for real
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| Skunk and owl and doe
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| Gather 'round my radio
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| Then with a resonance that split the earth
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| The skunk cried a call like one I’ve never heard
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| And from the crevasse a cuckoo clock emerged
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| And from it a little wooden bird
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| He spread apart its beak
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| And time began to speak
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| I’ll gift you one two three
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| Songs as old as me
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| Come and bring your stereo
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| Come and bring your stereo
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| And lay down on a pillow
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| Down into a dream we go
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| Down into a dream we go
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| Never know where we go
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| Climbing a statue that stands fifty feet
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| The cast of a woman that looks just like me
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| To find that my character was caught completely
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| Cemented from head down to my feet
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| A bee flew from my nose
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| He said come and bring your stereo
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| Down to my throat to what seemed like my teeth
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| The bee tuned the stereo to bump a beat
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| And he began a-buzzing in the key of B
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| All to instigate the crumbling of concrete
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| The mask fell from my skin
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| Left me younger than I’ve ever been
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| I’ll gift you one two three
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| youth eternally
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| Eta, my sweet little Loretta
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| I love when you put the warm milk and honey in my bowl
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| Get up, now don’t you go and get up
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| I’m gonna show you how I love my jelly roll
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| Oh how I love my Johnny boy
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| And if you ever leave me baby I’ll be destroyed
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| Let’s make a baby, Johnny boy
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| Right here in this living room
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| And we’ll call it June
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| Come and bring your stereo
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| Come and bring your stereo
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| And lay down on a pillow
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| Down into a dream we go
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| Down into a dream we go
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| You never know where we go
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| One summer evening at a block party
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| The juice from the ghetto blaster was failing
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| So we hijacked electrical piracy
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| Because nobody had a battery
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| And the gods of rock 'n' roll
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| Hypnotised my stereo
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| I’ll gift you one two three
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| Ad Rock, MCA, Mike D
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| Come and bring your stereo
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| Come and bring your stereo
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| And lay down on a pillow
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| Down into a dream we go
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| Down into a dream we go
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| And never know where we go
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| Tell me bring your stereo
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| Tell me bring your stereo
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| And lay down on my pillow
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| Down into a dream we go
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| Down into a dream we go
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| You never know where we go |