| He’s made of sand
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| Not flesh and not bone
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| He’s as good as the seeds he’s sown
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| But he loves you so Like no one else you know could do Put your wedding dress on On the tip of my tongue
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| As the back beat cracks
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| I hit my drum
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| I get into the car
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| My interrogation starts
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| In the passenger seat
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| There’s a torn up mess of tangled beads
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| And a golden ring
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| Glimmerin' at her feet
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| And the beat it goes on She got she
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| Got dressed got
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| She got dressed up She got she
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| Got dressed got
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| She got dressed up And the beat it goes on Is he quick on his feet?
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| Does he ever look past you on the street?
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| Is he ever on time
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| When he’s getting home at night?
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| In the opposite side
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| Every argument keepin' every night
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| Is it what you accept?
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| Is there anything that’s left?
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| And the beat it goes on She got she
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| Got dressed got
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| She got dressed up And the beat it goes on She got she
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| Got dressed got
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| She got dressed up Beat will go on, yeah
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| The beat will go on For the king and the pawn
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| Yeah, the beat will go on Beat will go on, yeah
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| The beat will go on For the king and the pawn
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| Yeah, the beat will go on Beat will go on Over land over still
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| Out of the garden and over the hill
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| Beat will go on Over land over still
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| Out of the garden and over the hill |