Noticing the change, we are taking time
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Everybody knows, everybody's fine
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And we'll figure out purpose in the end
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Unless we have to jump, unless we have to win
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Hold your tongue, brace yourself
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Give me a kiss, show me what I missed
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Can I find a phone? Can I drop a dime?
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Can I get a loan, running out of time?
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And I'll have a toast to what it's all about
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Unless they move us out, unless they move us out
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Hold your tongue, brace yourself
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Give me a kiss, show me what I missed
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Seven dog legs hung to dry, it works that way
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Postal blowfish makes me cry, it works that way
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Begging on the nail, don't fail to clue me in
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lobster frogs and crabs begin
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Postal Blowfish
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| Albert Hammond, Jr. |
