| Sycamore trees blowing green in the distance
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| She sucked on her thumb in her beautiful jail
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| A sentence to serve as her dynasty blows up inside her balloon
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| Salty Maureen had a bun in the oven
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| The daughters of charity let out a sigh
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| As she suffered they pleaded for mercy she needed a long time ago
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| A long time ago
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| In the greenest cypress groves
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| We were beaming golden glow
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| Ohio heat
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| Sweet as sugar from a beet
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| Sleek as foxes in the street
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| Evolution seemed complete
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| Day after day and hour upon hour
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| She counted the seconds till she could no more
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| As she climbed through the window and lowered herself with some sheets all tied
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| Up
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| Ran through the fields till the ocean got closer
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| Found a deserted and rusty old boat
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| As she fled for her life she did capsize and die a long time ago
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| A long time ago
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| In the greenest cypress groves
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| We were beaming golden glow
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| Ohio heat
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| Sweet as sugar from a beet
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| Sleek as foxes in the street
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| Evolution seemed complete
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| Ohio heat
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| Sweet as sugar from a beet
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| Sleek as foxes in the street
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| Evolution seemed complete
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| Ohio heat
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| Blowing bubblegums discreet
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| Now there’s flowers on the street
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| Where she smoked and skipped her feet
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| From time to time on the flying tiger line
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| She appears in my sleep when my dreams are lucid deep
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| Ohio heat
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| Sweet as sugar from a beet
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| Sleek as foxes in the street
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| Evolution seemed complete
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| Ohio heat |