| I think I found the culprit
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| Looks like you, it must be you
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| Ain’t found nothing better yet
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| What’s the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
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| Two crumbs on my window sill
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| Two birds sitting there perfectly still
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| One of them up to no good
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| The other one doing what he totally should
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| I think I found the culprit
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| Looks like you, it must be you
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| Ain’t found nothing better yet
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| What’s the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
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| Birds of a feather may lay together
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| But the uglier one is always under the gun
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| I think I found the culprit
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| Looks like you, it must be you
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| Ain’t found nothing better yet
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| What’s the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
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| Birds of a feather may lay together
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| But the uglier one is always under the gun |