| Let my arms be a tree
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| Let my eyes be a bee
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| Let my hair be a bed of roses
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| Let my lips kiss the ocean
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| Let my feet feed an earthworm
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| Let my ears feed a beetle
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| Let my thights feed a wolf
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| Let my nose be a plum
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| Oh it’s the sweet cycle of life
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| Oh yes it’s the sweet cycle of life
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| Well who am I to complain
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| About a little earthly pain
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| Let my heart be an orchard of artichokes
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| Let my chest be a bridge of Mesquite
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| Let my cock feed a crow
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| Let my stomach feed a flock of geese
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| Oh it’s the sweet cycle of life
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| Oh yes it’s the sweet cycle of life
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| Well who am I to complain
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| Are we not one and the same
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| Let me celebrate my life
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| In the way that I want to
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| In a feast of all the pieces
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| That were meant to be used
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| Oh it’s the sweet cycle of life
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| Oh yes it’s the sweet cycle of life
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| Oh yes it’s the sweet cycle of life
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| Oh it’s the sweet cycle of life |