Lyrics by Tamara Williamson
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It's pretty and sweet and it's often sour
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Moving along at every hour
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In a van through town and country
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Looking at the back of another big lorry
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Everyone is finding a way to make this never ending experience o.k.
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And I can't help but feel that this is made for living
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It just like some numbers and white collars...
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Cutting corners...
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Coronado
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| Microbunny |
