| Wakey wakey
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| rise and shine
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| it’s on again, off again, on again
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| watch me fall
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| like dominos
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| in pretty patterns
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| Fingers in the blackbird pie
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| i’m tingling tingling tingling
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| it’s what you feel now
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| what you ought to, what you ought to reasonable and sensible
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| dead from the neck up because im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
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| we thought you had it in you
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| but no, no, no for no real reason
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| Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
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| take a bow take a bow take a bow
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| it’s what you feel now
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| what you ought to what you ought to an elephant thats in the room is tumbling tumbling tumbling
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| in duplicate and duplicate
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| plastic bags and
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| duplicate and triplicate
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| dead from the neck up guess im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
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| we thought you had it in you
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| but no, no, no exactly where do you get off
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| Is enough is enough is enough
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| I love you but enough is enough, enough
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| a last stop
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| There’s no real reason
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| you’ve got a head full of feathers
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| you got melted to butter |