| My naked cousin
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| I see him running
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| All over headland
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| Scared as his shit as he’s running
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| His naked skin fries
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| Fries in the sun, oh my
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| My naked cousin can cook till he’s good
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| Good and done
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| I hate his smell and I hate his company
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| But, but most of all I hate that he looks just just like me
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| His naked skin fries
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| Fries in the sun my my
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| But my naked cousin can cook till he’s
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| Good and done
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| He’s running…
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| He run from burning bushes
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| He run from bank of senate
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| He run from everything that upsets his master plan
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| And if he flips
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| And I am as good as done
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| My, my naked cousin
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| He’ll just keep keep a’running
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| He’s running…
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| Running naked through the trees
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| Scared the shit right out of me
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| Bought my ticket, take my ride
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| Take me to the sunny side
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| Running naked through the trees
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| Scared the shit right out of me
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| Bought my ticket, take my ride
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| Begging all to please, please, please
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| Please…
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| He’s running… |