| Kicking up the past the dusting of the ash
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| The temperature is soaring 'til the radios breaks come on (in the highest house
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| in the whole city)
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| When the radial cracks and the mail is sacked
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| And rusty old bear has got to think meadows, meadows, meadows, meadows, madames,
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| meadows, and all the finest things
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| Listen it’s a billion an ape
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| Got a million tons (of monkeys) great
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| Let’s celebrate with the lights down low (said the hunter to the thief)
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| Oh oh night breaks on everyone oh oh (thought the thief without the gun)
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| I hope I think of something better think of something quick (the old hunter
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| remembered)
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| Yeller had a beautiful girl who made her bellows the same
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| And then a girl on a flame (on fire)
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| A virtuoso come on (those were the days)
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| I can’t imagine a flame I can’t imagine the frauds
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| I can’t imagine the shirt so better think of meadows, meadows, meadows, meadows,
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| madames, meadows, and all the finest things
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| Thinking on the medical mile it was a medical mile
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| It was a horrible (and Transatlantic) tile come on
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| Night breaks on everyone
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| You got a cake for your birthday
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| And it’s all on your chest and it’s all on your chest and you got tears
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| For the rest of the year
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| Oh that happens to everyone
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| Of love to lie down striking out upon my face
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| When you think in love when you think in love when you think in love
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| And realize the night breaks on everyone, everyone, and everyone but me
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| I hope I think of something better think of something quick |