| Yes, yes, yes, yes
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| Yeah, yeah totally
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| Dixie land, come on Dixie it up
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| Oh, oh, pleased with her lips
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| A glimpse into another world
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| No solid surface, there’ll be
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| Plenty of time for parlor games
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| Oh, we’re all from a supernatural source
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| Super duper natural source
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| Mapping the path through rainbows
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| And brothels, I breathe in the magic wisdom
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| Men wear women
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| Like so many colored hats with feathers
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| And he plays bluish green
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| Glassy eyed in all his glory
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| I tell you now
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| That fire won’t do you no good
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| That fire won’t do you no good
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| That fire water won’t do you no good
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| Send the spirits away, there’s Billie here
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| When you take what’s not yours
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| The Neptune’s daughter beckons from below
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| I’m under water, take me now
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| And the weight of my body, the ebb of my flow
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| Swallow me whole, swallow me whole
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| Swallow me whole, swallow me whole
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| Swallow me whole, swallow me whole
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| We’re all from a supernatural source
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| Super duper, duper, super duper natural source |