Abby listen to the click of the
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Fluorescence I found in sweet sad mouth
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Weather was the Indian way
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I bet you never have drove.
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(And run on to the village) I'll follow.
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('Cause happiness ain't bein') a swallow.
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(Am I late instead,
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When you wake up late.
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Found your Velcro shoes,
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It's a holiday.
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And run on to the village, I'll follow.
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'Cause happiness ain't bein' a swallow.)
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I'm tired, faint
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On the old
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Beware, it's there, she's here, smile
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You'll find reasons,
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To power all the seasons.
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Power hope infuses the blood
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The child dies.
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(Don't you worry, I'm your brother,
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Finch rise early, but you'll recover.
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I said, I said, I said, I said
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Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma
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Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)
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Look who's got a beautiful place
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On the Avenue Saigon.
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Usually we have socks
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And my compass to outdoor.
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(And crouch under a bush) like a mate-uh,
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('Cause happiness ain't lovin') it's winter.
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(On a summer day,
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There's a village way.
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And the leaves are golden
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And the trees are colder.
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And crouch under a bush like a mate-uh,
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'Cause happiness ain't lovin' it's winter.)
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No more, bye. Thrown back out.
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Your plan on your hands, must carve into shape
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Streets are powered with people lovin',
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Words are destined to break down and bats will fly.
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(And if there's trouble, I'm your brother
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You'll talk subtle, but that's a cover.
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I said, I said, I said, I said
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Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma
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Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)
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Lame, lame
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The doctor only picks what he wants
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Sage
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So give it to the preacher now
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Mad in here, was welling from the westering wing.
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A moment rang,
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Your mother's said your girl is gone.
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(I could have told you (to be livin' in the (place like one?))
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I could have told you (you better let the building run)
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I could have told you (to be livin' at the building now)
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I could have told you (to be livin' in a building))
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Swallow do you want to come home
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And we'll ride in my buggy.
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Take me 'cross the Indian waves
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And we'll swim with the great whites.
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(But you can still think back to) the wild,
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('Cause happiness was being) a child.
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(Now house is bare
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And your mother, lonely.
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And your village cries,
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'Cause the kid is older.
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But you can still think back to the wild,
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'Cause happiness was being a child.)
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My bones see for your eyes.
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When you retire, she's here, smile
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You'll find razors, the doubt always saves 'em
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I am the reason that the child dies.
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(Every morning I'm your brother,
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Memories push you to paint another
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I said, I said, I said, I said.
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Ma ma ma ma, ma ma ma ma
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Ma ma ma ma, ma ma)
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Bang! Nail. A doctor only preach like one.
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Space. So give it to the preacher now.
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Madeline, is hanging from the west-wing field, and
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A moment rang and the moment said, "Your girl is gone."
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(I could have told you (to be little in the pouring down)
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I could have told you (to be little in the living red sun)
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I could have told you (to be livin' in the pounding drum)
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I could have told you (to be livin', off far away...))
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Don't you pray if it's only the play then
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Writhe its stampings into the ground, yeah
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I won't wait for you in a mural if
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You won't wait for me in Albania
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I feel so elusive in Houston,
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You feel so exclusive in Houston
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Bat You'll Fly
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