| Jenny was from Montana
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| But she moved to a metropolis
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| And she lives in a big, blue building
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| Without any windows, oh no no
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| And every night from the sky
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| Would come handsome winged demons
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| They were unconcerned with Jenny
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| But she felt that they should be
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| 'Cause the grass is always greener
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| And the grass is always green
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| Yeah, the grass is always greener
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| And the grass is always green
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| (Alright)
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| So one day she went out and found a pretty big, ragged boulder
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| And she saved her strength for days and ate some steaks and legumes too
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| And she walked up to the demons, and she threw the ragged boulder
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| And now they spend their eternity tormenting her alone
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| And still, the grass is always greener
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| And the grass is always green
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| Yeah, the grass is always greener
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| And the grass is always green
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| And the grass is always greener
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| And the grass is always green
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| And the grass is always greener
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| And the grass is always green
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| (Yeah, it is) |