This is the story with the fantastic lies
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Or some facts to help us minimalize
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As for this shelter I can plainly deny
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But you can't kill time without injuring us
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And we'll count up all the goods now
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This is the girl with such fantastic eyes
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Such brute creation to but lay up beside
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Should cut our nails and wash our feet
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and enjoy the tedium that's yet been untried by me
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And we'll count up all the goods now
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There are more than you ever thought you'd own
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Lift up your fingers and let's untie the string
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Let's knot them all to see what this monster brings
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'Cause its real soothing with its tail in its knees
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'Cause you can cry once without harrowing thus
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And we'll count up all the goods now
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Don't you know that they've come to be your host?
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Didn't mean to skank your art
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Should've never hung around us
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Didn't want your money, oh oh oh, oh baby now
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Didn't mean to skank your art
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Should've never hung around us (dear)
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Didn't want the money, oh oh oh, oh baby now
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When it lasted all day
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we would blast it all day
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We would bring it on and on
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It's all in your head
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Goods (All in Your Head)
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| Mates Of State |
