| I first caught the sun at noon today
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| To get another 24 hours
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| I lept & broke my bedframe
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| Which the termites have devoured
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| I lived a life in shambles
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| With one idea left to scheme
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| But if I ever built it
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| Then what would I have left to dream?
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| Mulberry’s Dream was talkin to me
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| As we kickin' with time
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| Burnin' in the sun on the side of the street
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| We gotta be out of our minds
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| Life, he said, is all about style
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| And my flying machine
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| And we’ll take the people cross miracle miles
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| And I believed him
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| I walked down to the corner
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| To fetch myself some dollars
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| I left later that afternoon
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| When the streets began to holler
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| And there I saw O’Farrell
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| The old street corner pantomime
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| And I simply could not shake him
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| Till old Mulberry came just in time
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| Mulberry’s Dream was talkin to me
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| As we kickin' our time
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| Burnin' in the sun on the side of the street
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| We gotta be out of our minds
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| Life, he said, is all about style
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| And my flying machine
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| And we’ll take the people cross miracle miles
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| And I believed him |