| Wash your face in the morning sun
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| Flash your pen at the song that I’m singing
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| Touch down bass living on the run
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| Make no sweat at the hole that you’re digging
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| Wrap up cold when it’s warm outside
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| Your shit jokes remind me of Digsy’s
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| Be my magic carpet ride
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| Fly me down to capitol city in the sun
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| Kickin' up a storm from the day that I was born
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| Sing a song for me, one from Let It Be
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| Open up your eyes, get a grip of yourself inside
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| So wash your face in the morning Sun
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| Flash your pen at the song that I’m singing
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| Touch down bass living on the run
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| Make no sweat of the hole that you’re digging
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| Kickin' up a storm from the day that I was born
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| Sing a song for me, one from let it be
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| Open up yer eyes, get a grip of yourself inside
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| Inside (get grip inside)
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| Inside (get grip inside)
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| You betcha!
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| So wrap up cold when it’s warm outside
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| Please sit down, you make me feel giddy
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| Be my magic carpet ride
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| Fly me down to capitol city
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| I’ve been kicking up a storm from the day that I was born
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| Sing a song for me, one from let it be
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| Open up your eyes get a grip on yourself inside
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| (Get a grip inside, get a grip inside)
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| (Get a grip inside, get a grip inside)
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| You betcha!
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |