| Fix your pot of tea, two sugars
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| Drinkin honey, please
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| So when their deck is cut like this, most different thing
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| A book, a page is nameless
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| Thinking bounded, spoiled and playing this
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| Hey form my thoughts in small cache
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| Through the horns, the sound of music
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| Soon I’ll have and some will use it
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| Everyone til now has been in vain
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| Lock the doors and bolt the windows
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| Cut them apples at the elbow
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| Take away now
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| Come on and make my day now
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| Honestly, I’m eatin oh my
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| Feel I’m never growing high
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| Can’t contain the words, I am on fire
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| Do not punch and do not stiffel
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| Pull the trigger, shoot the riffle
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| Not afraid to bleed from over spires
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| Which they can’t cut but do unseemliness
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| Finish one to free your window
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| Finish, do it now, we are in need
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| All in all you knew the reason
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| Why your nerve — it keeps decreasing
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| Take away now
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| Come on and make my day now
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| I-II'm I I I I’m
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| I-II'm I I I I’m
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| I-II'm I I I I’m
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| Make my day now
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| Take away now
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| Come on and make my day now |