| Black is day and white is night
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| Smell the air, it’s real uptight
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| I, I just sit there
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| And I, I just sit there
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| Trippers, strippers, hips or squares
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| Divide the line and tell me where
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| Oh my God, I’m growing up
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| How the hell do I fill my cup?
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| Find the start, go find the end
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| Break the circle and you’ll get in
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| Get your kicks when you’re in that spin
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| Then help me out, tell me where you’ve been
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| If you know, checkmate, you win
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| I, I just sit there
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| And I, I just sit there
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| Ring around the rosey
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| Your daddy’s getting nosey
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| Your mother’s cooking sturgeon
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| Your sister’s still a virgin
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| Pretty soon that’ll disappear
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| Good morning sun is a new frontier
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| Much to my acute surprise
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| Sunday morning has still survived
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| Evaluate if it’s really all in vain
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| It’s usually heard through a glass that’s stained
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| Fifty sixty people moan
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| To a mongrel’s ears looking for a bone
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| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
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| How ‘bout that they harmonize
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| With a car that’s doing fifty five
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| Isn’t that wild, machines can sing
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| The driver’s digging everything
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| And he joins while four cats sing
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| I read the news today, oh boy
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| I, I just sit there
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| I said I, I just sit there
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| I wonder why we want to fly
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| The closer we get to the sky
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| The less we see with the naked eye
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| The world looks like a little ball
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| And people don’t exist at all
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| Oh, wow!
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| One, two, one, two, three, four
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| Ring around the rosey
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| Your daddy’s getting nosey
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| Your mother’s cooking sturgeon
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| Your sister’s still a virgin
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| Pretty soon that’ll disappear
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| Good morning sun is a new frontier
|
| Much to my acute surprise
|
| Sunday morning has still survived
|
| Evaluate if it’s really all in vain
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| It’s usually heard through a glass that’s stained
|
| Fifty sixty people moan
|
| To a mongrel’s ears looking for a bone
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| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
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| How ‘bout that they harmonize
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| With a car that’s doing fifty five
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| Isn’t that wild, machines can sing
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| And the driver’s digging everything
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| Uh, he joins while four cats sing
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| I read the news today, oh boy
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| I, I just sit there
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| I said I, I just sit there
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| I wonder why we want to fly
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| The closer we get to the sky
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| The less we see with the naked eye
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| The world looks like a little ball
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| And people don’t exist at all
|
| Oh, wow!
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| I, I just sit there
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| I, I just sit there
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| I, I just sit there
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| I, I just sit there
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| I, I just sit there |