| I would dare you, but I know I don’t need to.
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| You’re going to do just what you want to.
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| You’re going to take the leading chair at the fairground
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| You’re going to sing the praises of your fruit
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| Mine smell like honey, uhh
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| Mine smell like honey, uhh
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| Mine smell like huh huh huh huh
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| honey, uhh
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| Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper
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| Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper
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| Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper
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| Track a trail of honey through it all
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| If the end comes faster than we had expected
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| And predictions lead us to the final fall
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| If the flowers crack the grain, and weave,
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| the pattern of the pavement
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| I can hear you shouting over it all
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| Mine smell like honey, uhh
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| Mine smell like honey, uhh
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| Mine smell like huh huh huh huh
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| honey, uhh
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| Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper
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| Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper
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| Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper
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| Track a trail of honey through it all
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| Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper
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| Climb a mountain, climb it steeper, steeper
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| Dig a hole, dig it deeper, deeper
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| Track a trail of honey through it all
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| You track a trail of honey through it all
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| You track a trail of honey |