| Sugar, it’s hot today
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| So very hot today
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you smell it?
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| Can you hear that tank a-creakin' away?
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| When the sheet iron blows
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| And the sweet mire flows
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| You got a real flash flood
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| And it’s not mud
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| You got two million gallons of molasses 'to go'
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| So many men swept out
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| And buildings too
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| That’s what a two story wave of molasses will do
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| It’s a short ride
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| On the dark tide
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| In a suffocating candy glaze
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| Sorry you came, sorry you tried
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| Sorry you had to find the sweetest way to die
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| Sorry you came, sorry you tried
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| Sorry you had to find the sweetest
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| So now you’re immersed
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| Struggling makes it worse
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| They were carried away in a syrup brown
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| Back in 1919 Boston town
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| Sorry you came, sorry you tried
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| Sorry you had to find the sweetest way to die
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| Sorry you came, sorry you tried
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| Sorry you had to find the sweetest way to die
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| Sugar, there is
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| Sugar, there is something
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| Sugar, there is something you don’t see every day
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| Sugar, there is
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| Sugar, there is something
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| Sugar, there is something you don’t see every day
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| Sugar, there is
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| Sugar, there is something
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| Sugar, there is something you don’t see every day
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| Sugar, there is
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| Sugar, there is something
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| Sugar, there is something you don’t see every day |