| Wanted to go to the white fluffy
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| clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma
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| Been several shades of broken
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| ever since I disowned her
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| Wanted to be with my woman in a sensimilia haze
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| Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
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| and start the happy days
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| I was just a has-been, gone there,
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| done that, got the t-shirt
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| She laughed when I told her
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| I was seriously hurt
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| She said, don’t want your money, pain comes free
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| You hooked up with pain,
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| when you hooked up with me
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| Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
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| utopia granted my wish
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| But when I looked under the blankets
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| I saw the legs of a fish
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| Wanted to be with my woman in a sensimilia haze
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| Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
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| and start the happy days
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| I was just a has-been, gone there,
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| done that, got the t-shirt
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| She laughed when I told her I was seriously hurt
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| She said, don’t want your money, pain comes free
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| You hooked up with pain,
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| when you hooked up with me |