| Every time we meet it’s always love and wine
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| The trees make our bathetic talk
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| Where cedar nouns and adverbs walk
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| With beetles as the backup band
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| The flightless cheering in their stands
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| The empty swing sets hushed reprise
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| Makes that first language thick as spies
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| Let’s relearn every vowel and phrase
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| And make it better than before
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| Let’s relearn every vowel and phrase
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| And make it better than before
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| I think you know why, what to do
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| Rules of it are so damn cruel
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| I think you know what to do
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| The rules of it are so damn cruel
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| I think you know why, what to do
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| The rules of it are so damn cruel
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| Now let’s make our lips an accident
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| On the corner of came and went
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| We’ll merge in gymnastic flips, spirographs
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| We’ll forget what the future has
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| We’ll take the day off, let’s take the day off
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| Let’s take the day off, let’s take the day off
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think maybe we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words
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| I think we all know the words |