I need someone, I need someone today
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Never gonna see the end of you this way
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Until I see the magical fungi
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Now there she goes, right over the sunrise
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Never gonna be adored
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Never gonna be ¡®bout you, momma!
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Now there she goes right over the sunrise
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¡®Cause I¡¯m so sick of fuckin up in the subway
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We¡¯re gonna do it in this beautiful Mustang
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¡®Cause I¡¯m a choo choo, we¡¯re pumpin and revelin
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Cinnamon, the spider bones
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I¡¯m talking on the telephone
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And sending off a message to the wingman
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Later in the afternoon
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I almost stole a different tune
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I waited till the evening came to write this song
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I walked into a coffee shop
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In time to grab a soda pop
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Before the dog exploded on the curbside
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Yesterday my hair was gray
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I turned and faced the other way
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Back behind the mirror where the kids play
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Momma!
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Now there she goes, right over the sunrise
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¡®Cause I¡¯m so sick of fuckin up in the subway
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We¡¯re gonna do it in this beautiful Mustang
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¡®Cause I¡¯m a choo choo, we¡¯re pumpin and revelin
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Over The Sunrise
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| Adam Green |
