| More and more I find
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| I thought I lost what I left behind
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| On and on it goes
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| Through the door and away it goes
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| So I’ll find myself a new pair of shoes
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| Make myself a new pair of shoes
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| Up and down my spine
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| Feeling broken and now I find
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| That’s the way it’s been
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| My bottom teeth are made of tin
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| Find myself a new pair of shoes
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| Make myself a new pair of shoes
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| Grow myself
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| Steal myself
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| Make myself a new pair of shoes
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| Down and out of time
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| Slipping underneath the slime
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| Out the monkey hole
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| Pay for things I thought I stole
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| Can you tell my the way it oughta feel
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| When I’m walking down the road
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| And I’m looking for a deal
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| Can you tell 'bout the way I better go
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| When the sun is coming up
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| And my shadow starts to show
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| Hiding out in a cave up in the hills
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| With a rabbit and a rooster
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| And some elevating pills
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| See me round every Monday afternoon
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| With eleven dog eared doughnuts
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| And a giant pink baboon
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| More and more I find
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| There’s not a lot that I left behind
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| On the lawn it grows
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| Find the wind and the way it blows |