On the lawn before the bouquet fell
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Long before we hear the ringing bell
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When all I want is a good look at your underside
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Reading Tress like it was judy blume
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Your paperbacks are strewn about the room
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Awaiting their instructions to be mobilized
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And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
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Everybody knows and so it goes
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That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine, now
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Lazy rayna had a million bucks
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Changed into pennies on a hundred trucks
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Cause linen’s legal tender for a layabout
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Why hold your breath until your face turns blue
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A stretch of rope you know can do that too
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The truth be told, no one likes a gadabout
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And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
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Everybody knows and so it goes
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That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine, now
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Everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine, now
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Sunshine
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| The Decemberists |
