| For we have scaled the bathroom wall
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| With knives between our teeth, we crawl
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| And stake a claim with a flagpole
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| And we would play our stereo
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| And dance with victory chemicals
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| For life is sweeter in reverse
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| These southern days
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| Radio
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| Then we all paused the day you crashed
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| And rue the day when we all laughed
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| And we should all sign your cast
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| These southern days
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| Radio station
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| Black roller skates
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| Cut circulation
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| For we have scaled the bathroom wall
|
| With knives between our teeth, we crawl
|
| And stake a claim with a flag
|
| These southern days
|
| Radio station
|
| Black roller skates
|
| Cut circulation
|
| These southern days
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| Radio station |