| And when you give me your clothes
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| And when we’re lovers at last
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| Fresh air, perfume in your nose
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| And when you give me your house
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| When we’re all brothers at last
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| There will be food in our mouths
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| And when there’s nothing to want
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| When we’re all brilliant and fast
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| When all tomorrows are gone
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass
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| There will be teeth in the grass |