| When you were young and wise
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| scratching your letters in the sand.
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| When your imagination led you all around by the hand.
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| La la la la
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| Did you ever wonder what crazy adventures there might be?
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| Unfolding in the currents under the waves at the bottom of the sea.
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| Well these odd buddies got a lot of vision, his bucked teeth and cock eyed smile
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| cant stop, they sing better bring nominations
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| So charge!
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| They said it’s their design,
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| a wild goose chase for a crown
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| and move your eyes in line before they tear apart your town
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| if you want a winner save all of your kin in the ocean.
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| stay your ground, don’t be discouraged,
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| don’t let em' turn our brains into porridge.
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| your wrong but you got a lot of vision,
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| your buck teeth and star ward heart
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| cant stop, they sing better bring nominations
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| So charge!
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| But its a long, hard fight
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| the corner turns and its always another mile
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| keep working day and night.
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| They think they got your number,
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| but they’ll soon discover! |