Hey! Sugar Sugar, my sweet honey pie
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Baby let me tell ya about the teenage lie
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Your lips will be kissed, stories will be told
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Just remember 'sick sick' all that glitters is gold.
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He's calling now, he's calling...
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and the song that he sang, meant everything
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"King of Trash"
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Me. I'm not young. Me, I'm not old
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The revolution failed, so I've been told take me to the moon,
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Me, I'd like that. I'm no prune.
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He's calling now, he's calling...
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and the song that he sang, meant everything
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"King of Trash"
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So pretty children it's time for bed
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Keep-a-dreamin' dreamy dreams
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What dies aint dead
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"The King is dead his coffin a shiny black
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six Angels they hang-out at his back,
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two to sing, two to pray, two to carry his soul away...
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He's calling now, he's calling...
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and the song that he sang, meant everything
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and the song that you sing, don't mean anything
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and the song, the song that I sing,
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means everything
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"King of Trash"
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"The King of Trash"
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King of Trash
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Gavin Friday & The Man Seezer |