| The morning belonged to the grapefruit
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| Ripe in the gold Rome sun
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| I throw out the rind
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| It’s just bitter to me
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| Done, done, done
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| The skyline is made of the umbrella pine
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| And I wish we could climb everyone
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| But all I could see in the shape of the streets
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| Done, done, done
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| Cue the elephants!
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| The torches they light in the woods
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| Can you and me save the city?
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| I thought that we promised we would
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| But you’ve got your hands in your pockets
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| And you can’t look me in the eye
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| And now for that eternal question:
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| Why? |
| Why? |
| Why?
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| And then he would look at those starlings
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| Together they swoop down as one
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| He’d read in that dizzy ellipsis
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| Done, done, done
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| We dangle our legs in the fountains
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| The pail is red and on
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| The aqueduct water is ancient
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| Done, done, done
|
| Cue the elephants!
|
| The torches they light in the woods
|
| Can you and me save the city?
|
| I thought that we promised we would
|
| But you’ve got your hands in your pockets
|
| And you can’t look me in the eye
|
| And now for that eternal question:
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| Why? |
| Why? |
| Why?
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| La la-laa
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| La luh-laa
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| La la-la la la
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| La luh-laa
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| La luh-laa
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| La la-la la la laa-uhh |