| I need someone, I need someone today
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| Never gonna see the end of you this way
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| Until I see the magical fungi
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| Now there she goes right over the sunrise
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| Never gonna be adored
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| Never gonna be bout you, momma!
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| Now there she goes, right over the sunrise
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| Cause I’m so sick of fuckin' up in the subway
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| We’re gonna do it in this beautiful mustang
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| Cause I’m a choo choo, we’re pumping and revelling
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| Cinnamon the spider bones
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| I’m talking on the telephone
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| And sending off the message to the wingman
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| Later in the afternoon
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| I almost stole a different tune
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| I waited till the evening came to write this song
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| Walked into a coffee shop
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| In time to grab a soda pop
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| Before the dog exploded on the curbside
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| Yesterday my hair was gray
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| I turned and faced the other way
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| Back behind the mirror where the kids play
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| Momma!
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| Now there she goes, right over the sunrise
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| Cause I’m so sick of fuckin' up in the subway
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| We’re gonna do it in this beautiful mustang
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| Cause I’m a choo choo, we’re pumping and revelling |