| Down in vineland
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| There’s a clubhouse
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| Girl in white dress
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| Boy shoots white stuff
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| Don’t you know
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| That anyone can join
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| And they come and call
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| And they fall on the floor
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| Don’t you see
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| When you’re looking at me
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| That i never end
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| Transcend transcend
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| Ain’t it strange
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| Oohoohooh
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| Ain’t it strange
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| Come and join me
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| I implore thee
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| I impure thee
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| Come explore me
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| Don’t you know
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| That anyone can join
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| And they come and call
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| And they fall on the floor
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| Don’t you see
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| When you’re looking at me
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| That i never end
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| Transcend transcend
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| Ain’t it strange
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| Oohoohooh
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| Ain’t it strange
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| True, true
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| Who are you
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| Who, who am i
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| Lodadodadodadoda
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| Down in vineland
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| There’s a clubhouse
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| Girl in white dress
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| Boy shoots white stuff
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| Don’t you know
|
| That anyone can join
|
| And they come and call
|
| And they fall on the floor
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| Don’t you see
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| When you’re looking at me
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| That i never end
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| Transcend transcend
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| Ain’t it strange
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| Oohoohooh
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| Ain’t it strange
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| Do you go to the temple tonight?
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| Oh no, i don磘 think so no
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| Do you not go to the palace of answers with me, marie?
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| Oh no, i don’t think so no
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| See, when they offer me books of gold
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| I know soon still that platinum’s coming
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| And when i look inside of your temple
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| It looks just like the inside of the brain of any one man
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| And when he beckons his finger to me, well
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| I move in another direction
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| I move in another dimension
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| I move in another direction
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| Ohohoh strange |