[Originally by Bad Religion]
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there's a place where everyone can be happy
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it's the most beautiful place in the whole fuckin' world
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it's made of candy canes and planes
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and bright, red choo choo trains
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and the meanest little boys
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the most innocent little girls
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and you know, I wish that I could go there
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it's a road that I have not found
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and I wish you the best of luck, dear,
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drop a card or letter to my side of town
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'cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
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but baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send
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and you
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painted my entire world
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but I
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don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
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and I won't forget it
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there's a place where everyone can be right
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even though you remain determined to be opposed
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admittance requires no qualifications
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it's where everyone has been and where everybody goes
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so please try not to be impatient
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for we all hate standing in line
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and when the farm is good and bought
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you'll be there without a thought
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and eternity my friend, is a long fuckin' time
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'cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
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but baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send
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and you
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painted my entire world
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but I
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don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
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and I won't forget it
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You
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| Kind Of Like Spitting |
