Did you ever see anyone
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did you ever known anyone
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speech trial come and lead my palms
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soil pressed to the knees and below
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because standing tall will make you grow
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but only sharp eyes ever know
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(Slip out your arrows in tongues
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sleepin' in the streets
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Oh I, I'll dance on that cross)
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Tell me where we plan to be
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That sugar met the cinnamon (baby) boys
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born a gentleman
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Only love for everyone
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My piano begs to take him home
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But he's got those keys in his nose
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that dance about in skipping views
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got my only son feeling so low
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(Slip out your arrows in tongues
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sleepin in the streets
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Oh I, I'll dance on that cross)
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I'll be digging up these crops like snails licking,
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leaving lips like
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living trails
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bodies dragging down against the earth they
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said "don't you squeal I
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know a pig when I sees one
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coming up about the bend its a long and quiet
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road ahead still they're talking
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and always moving while we're sleeping
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did you ever see anyone
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(Slip out your arrows in tongues
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sleepin' in the streets
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Oh I, I'll dance on that cross)
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did you ever know or plan to tell me where we
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plan to be...
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Sugar Cinnamon
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Portugal. The Man |