| You are smiling too hard
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| And the toddlers laughed it back
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| «It's not from outside sources»
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| Like the run of a pair like collision
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| Of lips like a view unimaginable
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| If you don’t want fear stop giving
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| If you don’t want glee start taking
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| Too many things that height of 'fluence
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| And jumped the man onto the moat and into
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| You are frowning too soft
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| And the men cried it back
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| «It's all from inside sources»
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| Like the walk of a single
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| Like a near missing of eyes
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| If you don’t want glee start taking
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| Too many things that height of 'fluence
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| And jumped the man onto the moat and into
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| Like a view of highly probable charity
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| But from you, ends and jumped the man on
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| The arbiter of nothing |