| Speak, see, remember
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| The crimes it took to get you through Deadbeat December
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| There’s blood in the butter, the kitchens are closed for the holidays
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| You know that I’ve got to say
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| There’s been a lot of talk since you’re on to me
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| On, daddy, on
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| To find in the fishes, the creatures, the air
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| Been hangin' around
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| God loves ya, but what could he do?
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| Yeah, wha wha wha wha wha what could he do?
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| Passion and a lovin' suggestion gonna send ya
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| Into somebody’s icy arms and now
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| Graphics will do the deal justice
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| It’s a can’t lose
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| Only two times or three or four or more
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| To find in the love in the creatures, the air
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| You’re hangin' around
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| God loves ya, but what could he do?
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| Quit hangin' around
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| God loves ya, but what could he do?
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| What could he do?
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| Yeah, what could he do?
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| The terror twilight
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| It’s hard to get down for it
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| The terror twilight
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| It’s hard to get down for it
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| The terror twilight
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| It’s hard to get down for it
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| The terror twilight
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| It’s hard to get down for it
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| To love in the find in the creatures, the air
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| You’re hangin' around
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| God loves ya, but what could he do?
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| My friend, you’re hangin' around
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| God loves ya, but what could he do?
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| What could he do?
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| What could he do?
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| Buy now!
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| Develop the coast and raise the sight lines
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| The oceans are moving out and someday
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| Develop the coast and sell the air
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| You know if we could we’d sell the air
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| Stand back!
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| Expansion is what we do the best
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| I don’t see the grass and the fields
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| I see an epicenter with agendas
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| And you are aware they must be next
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| I hope you’re aware they must be next
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| Do it! |
| Do it! |
| Do it! |