| Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere
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| Summon the courage to put down your landing gear
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| And come out here
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| 'Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning polar bear
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| Swimming around, looking for a ride
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| And it’s so god awful hot outside
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| Quiet kicking me in the rib every time Adam tells what he did
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| Man creates woman, he says
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| Sweeping his hand through the air like mister show biz
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| And you’re gonna love this world if it’s the last thing I do
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| The whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo
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| For someone who ain’t even here yet look how much the world loves you
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| Look how much the world loves you
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| The candles are burning down, the music is fading
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| Your piñata is torn, it’s time to be born
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| And death is at the door peddling that old fashioned blood and gore
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| Here at the house of creation, cue the sobering moment of revelation
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| You’re gonna love this world if it’s the last thing I do
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| The whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo
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| For someone who ain’t even here yet look how much the world loves you
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| Look how much the world loves you |