| Examine these scribbles and half of it’s drivel
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| I sorta went apeshit
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| You somehow still make it so mellow
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| And to that I say hello
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| Examine these facial expressions
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| My late night obsession is
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| Creeping its way into everything I think of
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| You fit me like a ski glove
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| And, oh, oh, I need a goddess
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| On the prairie to drag me away
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| If, oh, oh, I need a goddess
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| On the prairie to keep me somewhat sane
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| You’re secretly ridiculous, unconsciously meticulous
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| Magnetically you pull from me
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| The words a proper man wouldn’t touch on
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| You hear it like a love song
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| If there was a god for a witness, she’d know mental fitness
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| Was not top priority for me
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| But that don’t phase you so far
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| You treat me like a new car, oh
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| And, oh, oh, I need a goddess
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| On the prairie to drag me away
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| And, oh, oh, I need a goddess
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| On the prairie to keep me somewhat sane
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| If tidal waves hit you, gonna swim to bottom and get you
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| Tsunamis hit you, gonna swim to bottom and get you
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| If tidal waves hit you, gonna swim to bottom and get you
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, I need a goddess on the prairie
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| To keep me somewhat sane
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| If tidal waves hit you, I’ll swim to the bottom
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| If tsunamis hit you, I’ll swim to the bottom
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| And air won’t matter, air won’t matter cause life won’t matter
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| If we both ain’t at the top
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| If tidal waves hit you, I’ll swim to the bottom
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| If tsunamis hit you, I’ll swim to the bottom
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| And air won’t matter, air won’t matter cause life won’t matter
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| If you’re not right here |