[Pharrell]
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First they say the angels sing, and then, the big bang
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That was the first day, there's six more
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From organisms to single cells, mutate, to shells
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then mutate into spores
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On dry land (dry land)
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Where the living scream die man (die man)
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Awwwwww
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By the seventh day, he rested as he looked at them
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Those made, those, men
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Guess it's safe to say that they don't know
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Since they not alone, and there's no dusk or dawn
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As they never washed ashore, but of course, what for?
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Who cares what lies beyond
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On dry land (dry land)
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Where the living scream die man (die man)
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Awwwwww
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They see our bones, and say oh no not them again
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And scream swim, just, swim
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So while the federal buildings blow, below, fish glow
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How lovely that must be
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You shoulda listened to Jacques Costeau, don't say, you don't
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Stop sending your trash to sea
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Leave it on the dry land (dry land)
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Where the living scream die man (die man)
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Awwwwww
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He made this world, took it and gave it back again
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And we learned, no-thing
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(Nothing, we, we learned nothing right?)
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Life As A Fish
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| N.E.R.D. |
