| Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
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| Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
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| Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
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| Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
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| Drive you to the airport, wait 'til it’s time to go
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| I’ve checked the weather report, they say it will not snow
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| And all the planes can come and go But I think the ceiling is too low
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| So you can’t go Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
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| Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
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| ??? |
| New York fire ???
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| Burning just a little too bright
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| Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night
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| Somehow she came out alright
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| Through the darkness, see her light shining bright
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| Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
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| Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
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| I’m gonna have to call the cops, if you don’t leave me alone
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| Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home
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| The FBI, the CIA, you know they’ll never leave you alone
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| And I will cut you to the bone
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| Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
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| Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
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| Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
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| Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon |