| Give me soap to shave around
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| Give me soap to shave around
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| With my guts exposed and slippy
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| Don’t let them rush me
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| Don’t hesitate
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| Don’t let them take me away
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| There’s a malady in everyone
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| That keeps me away from the light
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| Shine, I give my first story
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| As I live the idle life
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| The leaping color keeps your heart alive
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| A creeping glow beside you lava like
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| Shine you make your own glory
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| Come on take the idle life
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| A foreign guy I’m God’s own prototype
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| A blushing bride who loves an idle life
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| Always above me
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| I light the day
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| Here rise the sun I embrace
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| There’s nothing wrong
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| There’s an apogee in everyone
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| That keeps you awake and alive
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| Shine, I gave my own story
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| Now I live the idle life
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| I know my foes may get me overnight
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| I’m safe and dry I’m God’s own prototype
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| Shine, you crown your own glory
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| Come on take the idle life
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| Creeping color fills your heart tonight
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| We see no others in our idle lives |