| Giddy-up old boy it’s time to go Vous les vous savoir the love below
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| Brother, I’ve got more than you can take
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| But more than I can do to stay awake
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| I close my eyes
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| So I Can dream of ways to keep you occupied
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| So I Can lock you up we’ll keep it classified
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| Alright
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| You’re mine tonight, son
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| When I close my eyes
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| I can make you sorry when I want
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| Find some other house for you to haunt
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| Carry out your sentence in my head
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| All I have to do is go to bed
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| I close my eyes
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| So I Can dream of ways to keep you occupied
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| So I Can lock you up we’ll keep it classified
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| So right
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| You’re mine tonight son, when I close my eyes
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| Hide and seek, yellow ducky
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| Feeling weak or feeling lucky son
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| Who’s got milk, the baby’s crying
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| Shut 'em up, get 'em flying
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| Little kiddies bought and sold
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| And papa’s got a brand new bag of gold
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| Tonight
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| I’ll dream of ways to keep you occupied
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| So I can lock you up we’ll call it classified
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| So right
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| You’re mine tonight love when I close my eyes |