Which one of you, has got to be so sad for,
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and what'd ya look ashamed about
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always on downer,that just sounds like you.
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And your waiting for some things to jump out of that tree,
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And then in hundred years, i'll be so free. i'm so green,
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i've got to be sick to believe.
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I had to ask mister fixit,
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everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' an' bashin'
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big blacks and blonds smokin' mounds and mounds of hash,
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thats sweet,
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the bigger the tree the better the time.
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Yeah I can see now, how you're looking for someone who's still,
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a lot more funkier,
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a lot more ooohh,
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well thats the way it seems is what the way you are.
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Your still pinned in that room,and the roof drops in,
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and said 'ello goodbyes and a few months later your mine,
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At this rate even sooner,
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Still a lot more funkier, still a lot more you...
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Olive Oil
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| Happy Mondays |
