| How do you
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| How do you do
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| How do you
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| How do you do it
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| Music make her stop pressing those strings firmly to my down
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| Ground water is drying up to fill my jars again
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| But then click clack clickity click click click
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| Clickity clack
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| Clickity clack
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| I’m through having your harsh march stare down my size
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| And punish what young is left in these eyes
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| And how do I
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| Oh how do I
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| How do I
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| How did I
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| How can I
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| How will I
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| How did I
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| How can I pick up and go
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| 'Cause I lack the wind and trees and the sunlight in the afternoon
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| And my button collections need to find a home
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| And that click clack clickity click click click
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| Clickity clack
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| Clickity clack
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| I’m through having your harsh march stare down my size
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| And punish what young is left in these eyes
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| Oh click clack clickity click click click
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| Clickity clack
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| Clickity clack
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| And when I turn my back
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| And when I turn my back
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| I’ll twirl my little skirt
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| And it’ll be my shoes instead of yours
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| My shoes instead of yours
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| My shoes screaming back
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| Click clack clickity click click click
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| Clickity clack
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| Clickity clack |