| Forward, look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| (And I’ll be)
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| Forward, look, look, forward
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| (Right here)
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| Forward, look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| (And I’ll be)
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| Forward, look, look, forward
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| (Right here)
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| So there’s a rip on her gown and polka dots on his tuxedo
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| They’ve been engaged millennium months, playing a game of keno
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| Reno people Portland is weird, but not compared to evil
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| Church goers have got us all scared, follow the leader sequel
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| Polish those shoes until they’re shiny, sailor
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| You’re finally home and looking dapper, prepared for these days you’re after,
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| tailor
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| Beg for your sorrows to woe in, ‘cause you’re Columbus
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| Discover nothing, but came home on the front of the bus, kid
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| And now you busted, that custard was poisoned by all those pilgrims you grew up
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| with amongst with
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| And while you try to crawl on the duchess and she loved it
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| Showed off her cleavage even her tattoo of a musket, wasn’t it?
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| Upon the small of her back, ivory freckle back
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| You mustn’t take it back, you can’t apologize for coming back
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| The village awaited you, the townspeople have spoke of you
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| Your future lies ahead of you, open book like those chapters too
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| Forward, look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| (And I’ll be)
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| Forward, look, look forward
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| (Right here)
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| Forward, look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| (And I’ll be)
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| Forward, look, look forward
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| (Right here)
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| Look, look forward
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| Look, look forward
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| Tend to your garden and hopes that the frost won’t bite too long
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| Beg all your pardons and quotes, holocaust a fright so long
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| We don’t need no education, so don’t pay the teachers
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| Instead, they’ll receive their lessons through their headphones and computers
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| cob (web)
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| Set up or not we at mach, speeding through life like
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| «go daddy», get lost. |
| Identify, don’t reply
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| Beside to chose your voyage admirable, now you have an alibi compatible
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| With no worries and no regrets, the joy sticks
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| Only controlled by those who face forward and have the first bit
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| Occupy everything you want to as if, a-a-as if they exist
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| Ah hell, the mighty legal tender tip
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| You know Tiffany, and Trisha and Whitney
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| they are symphony as they pull the plug
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| Believe it or not, Ripley fuck
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| So howdy doody I reckon', no need for tussin'
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| Just look up and mean much then
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| Mean everything to something |