| Oh my God, my dog’s got hair, look into the canine eye
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| The bad breath of a cross-eyed goat
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| Meeting children for a Monday morning
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| Laughter in the hangman’s eye
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| Look into his heart so clear, look into a heart that’s right
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| Can’t beat it off, can’t beat it off at night
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| Tomorrow Jeannie and Jackie elope
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| Moved a memory to strip for tea and smoke
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| Driftwood blocking up the shore dam
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| Short dam liquid in the phone line
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| Driftwood clogging up the oil well
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| Damsel waiting in the long line
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| Driftwood blocking up the shore dam
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| Short dam liquid in the phone line
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| Driftwood clogging up the oil well
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| Damsel waiting in the long line
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| Driftwood blocking up the short dam
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| Short dam liquid in the phone line
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| Driftwood clogging up the oil well
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| Damsel waiting in the long line
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| Driftwood blocking up the short dam
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| Spiders pass along through the grass eating up my pampered eyes
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| And Dyer’s country had a fair, Tokens gathered at the bar
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| Music on the TV screen never really had it all
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| Driftwood blocking up the shore dam
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| Short dam liquid in the phone line
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| Driftwood clogging up the oil well
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| Damsel waiting in the long line
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| Driftwood blocking up the shore dam
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| Short dam liquid in the phone line
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| Driftwood clogging up the oil well
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| Damsel waiting in the long line
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| Driftwood blocking up the short dam
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| Short dam driftwood in the phone line
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| Driftwood clogging up the oil well |