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DOVE:
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I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile
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He had daisies in his hat so I stopped him for a while
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He delivered me a message a massage to soothe my stage
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What it was was more then plug up dosage
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More than DAISY age
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Conversation drew a rule
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Which the crowd will roar by millions
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Mr. Crocodile said 'Dove you must look
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For now the villains try to hold you underwater
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But one thing we all must heed
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Sony Walkmans keep us walking
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De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water'
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As I walked along my journey,
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I thought 'What have I just learned?'
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In a flash I saw commotion
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There was movement in these ferns
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Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?
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I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?'
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'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel
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'I've searched for you all over, now you're found,
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No time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man,
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We must find the P.A. Mase. All my population's dying,
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And we're all in tune to doom.
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Like the Daisy, I need water
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I need chesnuts to consume.'
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'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry,
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But the problem can't be solved
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If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved
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Always look to the positive and never drop your head
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For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread
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So let's tread water'
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POS:
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Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up'
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Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup
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As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish
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I looked down and then around and I heard,
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'Hi! I'm Mr Fish. How do you do? As for me,
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I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean
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And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet
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See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
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Though you're fed up, throw your head up
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With this advice ffrom me to you
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And that's to tread water'
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As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun
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As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard,
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'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.'
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From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered
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'Yes, are you talking to me?'
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'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself.
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I'm Mr Monkey.'
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'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five,
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Now how does your problem meet?'
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He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all
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Stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up.
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Could you help me with this chore?'
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I brought him down to the Native shop
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And bought him copies of the De La score
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Which assisted well in his elevation
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Now all bananas is at his grasp
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He decided with this accomplished,
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He would put me on to the path
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He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all
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Which would bring me health in showbiz
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Then to use them, not abuse them
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And then in the words that got me to 'em
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And that is to tread water
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Tread Water
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| De La Soul |
