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Gentlemen and ladies |
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Please listen to me |
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She's gone this time for good now |
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That's not where she's supposed to be |
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The Greyhound man he took her |
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To where she can't be seen |
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Am I gonna need her? |
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Is an avocado green? |
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Sure you say I should face it |
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But the wound is open wide |
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And it's really hard to replace it |
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When she's the only thing I've ever tried |
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Several of my two friends |
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Wrote to me about how |
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They seen ya out with bookends |
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How many can you take on now? |
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I got the police ridin' |
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Around and in between |
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Were you safely hidin' |
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As an avocado green? |
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Matter of factly speakin' |
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I'm suffering but please don't tell |
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At lunch I was caught sneakin' |
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To get a drink at the big blue inkwell |
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But tomorrow I can kick it |
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For my horoscope plainly reveals |
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I'm gonna inherit a fortune |
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But not to spend it on an African seal |
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Well baby, you're not with me |
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And I didn't wanna be mean |
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But do they call it envy |
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If an avocado's green? |
