| I can have my cherries and you can have you real
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| And we can screw in lava 'till the gods lick at our heels
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| We were born in oil a million years ago
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| And we can push the buttons of the come that makes us go
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| Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go
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| When I spoke with Saturn, he told me I was gone
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| But I can’t lick eruption when my pulls tells me it’s strong There’s a tiny
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| Little monkey, he lives inside my head
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| He whispers on your mind in sleeps and tucks you into bed
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| In your bed, in your bed, in your bed
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| I can smell invasion, red excited mind
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| I can see a general dropping into flaming pines
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| We just plugged forever, we just saved the day
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| Kiss your little self for me, everything’s ok
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| It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok
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| Aaaah…
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| It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok |