| I’m feeling good
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| And my heart is made of wood
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| I’m not alone
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| And my soul is made of bone
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| And they’ll break, break, break at other hearts and souls
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| Oh, I know they will
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| The air is mine
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| To breathe in as I please
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| Honey, sucker (?)
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| Is a song too long (?) and bees
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| And they’ll buzz, buzz, buzz and scare the children gone
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| That’s what the bees want
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| Everybody loves something sometimes
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| Everybody’s gotta have the goods to eat
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| Mamma’s gotta love what baby does
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| And baby, that’s me
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| I’m loving the street
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| Jesus loved the street and Mohammad too
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| With the times at hand, with the job at hand
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| Well, I ask you man
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| What are they to do?
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| And when it’s done
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| And the big girls had their fun
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| Out there I can see
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| My golden cabin in the trees
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| Will I snooze, snooze, snooze for eternity?
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| If god lets me, I will
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| Everybody loves something sometimes
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| Everybody’s gotta have the goods to eat
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| Mamma’s gotta love what baby does
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| And baby, that’s me
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| Baby, that’s me
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| Baby, that’s me
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| I’m loving the street |