Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere
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Summon the courage to put down your landing gear
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And come out here
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'Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning polar bear
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Swimming around, looking for a ride
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And it's so god awful hot outside
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Quiet kicking me in the rib every time Adam tells what he did
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Man creates woman, he says
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Sweeping his hand through the air like mister show biz
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And you're gonna love this world if it's the last thing I do
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The whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo
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For someone who ain't even here yet look how much the world loves you
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Look how much the world loves you
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The candles are burning down, the music is fading
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Your piA¡¾ata is torn, it's time to be born
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And death is at the door peddling that old fashioned blood and gore
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Here at the house of creation, cue the sobering moment of revelation
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You're gonna love this world if it's the last thing I do
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The whole extravagant joke topped in bitter sweet chocolate goo
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For someone who ain't even here yet look how much the world loves you
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Look how much the world loves you
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Landing Gear
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Ani DiFranco |