| Grass growing high, clouds in the sky
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| Not a drop of rain
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| Sway in the breeze, pineapple trees
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| On strawberry lane
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| Don’t look, don’t speak, don’t talk about
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| Anything at all
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| Lay back and dream, smooth like codeine
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| What a fine day
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| Don’t mind me as I might just float on away
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| Oh my God I just wanna feel good
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| Right at home in my neighborhood
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| Holy Lord I don’t want to see straight
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| All alone with my heavenly gate
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| By myself, never misunderstood
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| I am God in my neighborhood
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| Never once would I question my fate
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| I’m alone and I feel great
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| Smoking that fine sweet apple shine
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| Fanning my flame
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| Speak if I could, misunderstood
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| Why play that game
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| Don’t move, don’t cry, don’t care about
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| Anything at all
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| Lay back and dream, smooth like codeine
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| Kiss me, you should
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| Oh my God I just wanna feel good
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| Right at home in my neighborhood
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| Holy Lord I don’t want to see straight
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| All alone with my heavenly gate
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| By myself, never misunderstood
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| I am God in my neighborhood
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| Never once would I question my fate
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| I’m alone and I feel great
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| Oh my God I just wanna feel good
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| Right at home in my neighborhood
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| Holy Lord I don’t want to see straight
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| All alone with my heavenly gate
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| Oh my God I just wanna feel good
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| Right at home in my neighborhood
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| Holy Lord I don’t want to see straight
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| All alone with my heavenly gate
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| Oh my God I just wanna feel good
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| Oh my God I just wanna feel good
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| Oh my God I just wanna feel good
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| Right at home in my neighborhood |