| Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
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| Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
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| Gold teeth and a curse for this town
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| Were all in my mouth
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| Only I don’t know how
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| They got out, dear
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| Turn me back into the pet
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| I was when we met
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| I was happier then
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| With no mindset
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| And if you took to me like
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| A gull takes to the wind
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| Well, I’d’ve jumped from my trees
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| And I’d’ve danced like the king of the eyesores
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| And the rest of our lives would’ve fared well
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| New slang when you notice the stripes
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| The dirt in your fries
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| Hope it’s right when you die
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| Old and bony
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| Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall
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| Never should have called
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| But my head’s to the wall
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| And I’m lonely
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| And if you took to me like
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| A gull takes to the wind
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| Well, I’d’ve jumped from my trees
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| And I’d’ve danced like the king of the eyesores
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| And the rest of our lives would’ve fared well
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| Godspeed all the bakers at dawn
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| May they all cut their thumbs
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| And bleed into their buns
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| 'Til they melt away
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| I’m looking in on the good life
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| I might be doomed never to find
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| Without a trust, a flaming field
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| Am I too dumb to refine?
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| And if you took to me like
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| Well, I’d’ve danced like the queen of the eyesores
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| And the rest of our lives would’ve fared well
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| Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
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| Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh |