He's made of sand
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Not flesh and not bone
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He's as good as the seeds he's sown
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But he loves you so
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Like no one else you know could do
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Put your wedding dress on
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On the tip of my tongue
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As the back beat cracks
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I hit my drum
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I get into the car
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My interrogation starts
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In the passenger seat
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There's a ton of mess of tangled leads
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And a golden ring
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Glimmerin' at her feet
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And the beat it goes on
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She got she
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Got dressed got
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She got dressed up
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[X2]
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And the beat it goes on
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Is he quick on his feet?
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Does he ever look past you on the street?
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Is he ever on time
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When he's getting home at night?
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In the opposite side
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Every argument keepin' every night
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Is it what you accept?
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Is there anything that's left?
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And the beat it goes on
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She got she
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Got dressed got
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She got dressed up
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And the beat it goes on
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She got she
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Got dressed got
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She got dressed up
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Beat will go on
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Yeah the beat will go
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For the king in the pot
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Yeah the beat will go on
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[X2]
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Beat will go on
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Over land over still
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Out of the garden and over the hill
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[X2]
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She Got Dressed
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| Fleet Foxes |
