| Space monkey in the place to be,
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| Riding in a rocket to a planet of sound,
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| Shooting the moon, playing Dominoes in drag
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| An increase in population of a hundred percent
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| Space monkey in the place to be,
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| With a chemical peel and a picture of Mary
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| Out on a limb in the carnival of me
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| Raising the temperature one hundred degrees
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| We’re sown together,
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| She’s born to mesmer
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| Beside,
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| Astride her,
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| I die inside her
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| Space monkey in the place to be,
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| A mass of contradiction in a golden frame
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| Raising the roof in a calamity way
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| Completely meretricious of a poke in the eye
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| Space monkey in the place to be,
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| Talk of the town with a Colombian rock
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| Out on a limb in the carnival of me
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| Raising the temperature one hundred degrees
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| We’re sown together,
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| She’s born to mesmer
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| Beside,
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| Astride her,
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| I die inside her.
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| It’s far too sacred,
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| Don’t ever fake it,
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| And don’t, and don’t, and don’t let me down…
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| Like you let me down before,
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| Like you let me down before.
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| Space monkey in the place to be,
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| With some free-association and a hole in her head,
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| Out on a limb in the carnival of me
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| Raising the temperature one hundred degrees
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| We’re sown together,
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| She’s born to mesmer
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| Beside,
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| Astride her,
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| I die inside her
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| It’s far too sacred,
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| Don’t ever fake it,
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| And don’t, and don’t, and don’t let me down…
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| Like you let me down before,
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| Like you let me down before,
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| Like you let me down before,
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| Like you let me down before. |