| Mr violin I loved you
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| From a tree top
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| In a fish gnaw
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| I was high on my own big thoughts
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| What if the sun drops
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| What if my hearts stops
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| Mr violin you almost hit a bum note
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| With your band boat
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| I was high on the whole big show
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| What if my soul sinks
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| What if my heart floats
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| For the sun did swing
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| Like a tangerine
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| Til we couldn’t grab on to the burning ring
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| Mr dancing bear I loved you
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| In a flower patch where the birds hatch
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| I was crooked to the green grass
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| What if the day ends whenever my hearts black
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| Mr dancing bear they almost called you magic
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| Out of habit
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| I was sore from all the laughing
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| I loved you in habit and banked on your magic
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| For the sun did swing like the tangerine
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| Til we couldn’t grab on to the burning ring
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| Every crooked tooth
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| Kept our lips from trueth
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| I had almost survived and so did you
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| But the rings in between the ol' family tree
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| Are crooked for you as they’re crooked for me
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| You get what you get when you bite from the tree
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| A crookeder you and a crookeder me
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| The rings in between the ol' family tree
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| Are crooked for you as they’re crooked for me
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| You get what you get when you bite from the tree
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| A crookeder you and a crookeder me
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| They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me
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| They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me
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| They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me
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| They want a crookeder you and a crookeder me |