| What’s the fuss, puss
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| Lust dust on the cusp of the crust
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| I must, I must, I must not
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| Fluxus
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| Shyness, penniless, mindless, coward
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| You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good
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| You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t
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| Clementine
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| Won’t you give me a sign
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| Made of twine
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| It’s the end of the line
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| Well I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m lying
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| I’m falling, I’m drowning, drowning
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| Well I should, I should
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| I should plot against you
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| You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward
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| You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good
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| You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t
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| No you ain’t
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| Well I should, I should
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| I should plot against you
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| You blissful, kissful, pitiful, coward
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| You ain’t, you ain’t nothing good
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| You ain’t, you ain’t, no you ain’t
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| Oh won’t you let me be
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| Won’t you let me be
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| Let me, let me be
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| Let me be what I want to be
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| Move away, become clay
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| And let me say
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| Don’t you play with me
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| With me, now don’t you play with me
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| I warn you |