| I was unpacking my suitcase
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| Pulling out dirty clothes
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| When evocative aromas hit my nose
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| One shirt smelled of your smoky loft
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| Another strongly of spilt vodka
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| And it occurred to me, how much I brought home
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| And knowingly your head loaded me up
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| With the stuff to survive
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| Through lean times
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| So starved I could just wither and die
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| But I was saving little chunks
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| Of your sweet sweet goodness
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| And squirrelin them away
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| I was squirrelin them away
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| I was saving healthy chunks
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| Of your sweet sweet goodness
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| And squirrelin them away
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| For the long lean winter
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| All of y’all, so lush and generous
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| It can get lean and lonely where I hail from
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| But each luscious one of you
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| Gave me bounteous charms to chew
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| And I was stuffing, stretching, smiley-cheeked
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| For the extent of my stay
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| You could say that I was
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| Squirrelin it away
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| I was just squirrelin it away |