I saw the count of monte christo,
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threw the cape over his head.
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He gave me a penny for my thoughts but wouldn't get no change.
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Just old age rythms, they were singing in his brain for,
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a mechanical crusade
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tried to shoot down his everything.
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But I see (I see) you see (you see),
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ain't no more honey from this bee.
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I see (I see), you see (you see),
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I'm stung you've got a hold on me.
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I see, you see,
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ain't no more honey from this bee.
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I see, you see,
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I'm stung you've got a hold...
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You-u-u.
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I wanna make you feel so special,
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it's time to break the ice.
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Bless you and your wicked ways,
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I guess that these are strange days,
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But the tact must change for the dutchess to reveal her face,
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I'd give you all my pennies for your gallentery at tomorrow's gate.
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When I see (I see) you see (you see),
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ain't no more honey from this bee.
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I see (I see), you see (you see),
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I'm stung you've got a hold on me.
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I see (I see), you see (you see),
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ain't no more honey from this bee.
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I see, you see,
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I'm stung you've got a hold...
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I-I-I see what you see.
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There ain't no more honey from this bee.
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I see (I see), you see (you see),
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I'm stung you've got a hold on me.
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Yeah, you see, and you see,
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There's no more honey from this bee.
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I see what you see.
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I'm stung you've got a hold...
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Saw the count of monte christo,
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threw the cape over his head.
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He gave me a penny for my thoughts but wouldn't get no change.
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Just old age rythms, they were singing in his brain for,
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a mechanical crusade
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tried to shoot down his everything.
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Monte Christo
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