Little dove to the belly of the fish
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You'll get used to it
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I cracked your egg to hear you chirp again
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Now, I'm losing it
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It rains the most on the head of the weatherman
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I boast the ghost who was spit out of his own skin
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Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees
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Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
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I feel so big, my own two feet can walk on the water's back
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I shut the gate to watch you wait
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Oh god, it felt so good I had to stop
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Before I got too carried away
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I laughed, ha ha
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It's the joke I shouldn't play
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Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees
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Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
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Now, you look like me, chasing rabbits up and down the trees
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Soon my habits will find you, my darling, underneath the leaves
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The Belly In The Fish
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