Bop bop.
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Care about the moonlight
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and holding you tight
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and asking my questions.
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Everyone loves a situation.
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Long walks on the beach.
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The press will impeach.
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Lately I'm finding
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I am the book and you are the binding.
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I guess they'll read everything about you.
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Though the press might shoot me down I'm still true.
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I sell my book for free. That's what you do to me.
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Oh, you are my family tree.
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Be good to me
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Take care of me.
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Bop bop.
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There's hotels in the sea,
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Trash in the sky.,
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The net-dustry's growing.
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Stick to love songs kid, that's all you're knowing.
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They push you away
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or tie you up.
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It don't really matter.
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But if your head is up you won't get much sadder.
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But who am I to preach a word or two
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when I can't lift my own head without you?
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If my mental state kept you from coming around
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I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you.
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A broken branch I'd be if you weren't grown to me.
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Oh, you are my family tree.
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Be good to me.
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Be good to me.
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Be good to me.
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Take care of me.
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Bop bop.
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Family Tree
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Ben Kweller |