| Sell the kids for food.
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| Weather changes moods.
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| Spring is here again.
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| Reproductive glands.
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| He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
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| And he likes to sing along.
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| And he likes to shoot his gun.
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| But he knows not what it means
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| Knows not what it means
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| And I say
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| He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
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| And he likes to sing along.
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| And he likes to shoot his gun.
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| But he don't know what it means.
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| Don't know what it means.
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| And I say yeah.
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| We can have some more.
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| Nature is a whore.
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| Bruises on the fruit.
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| Tender age in bloom.
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| He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
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| And he likes to sing along.
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| And he likes to shoot his gun.
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| But he knows not what it means.
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| Knows not what it means.
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| And I say
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| He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
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| And he likes to sing along.
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| And he likes to shoot his gun.
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| But he knows not what it means.
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| Knows not what it means.
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| And I say yeah.
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| He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
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| And he likes to sing along.
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| And he likes to shoot his gun.
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| But he knows not what it means.
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| Knows not what it means.
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| And I say
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| He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
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| And he likes to sing along.
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| And he likes to shoot his gun.
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| But he knows not what it means.
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| Knows not what it means.
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| Knows not what it means.
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| Knows not what it means.
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| And I say yeah. |