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I see you setting up your shot |
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I'm gonna git out of your range |
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I'll never sing your sad sorry song |
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Lemon Meringue |
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Sour to the taste and sweet to the teeth |
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Death by saccharination, |
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And the criminal charge is the same |
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A chance to tell the crimes of the cruel |
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A chance to wave the flag of the fool |
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But the cross on your road is twisted |
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And reflects an imageless tool |
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Creepin like a cavity waiting for |
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The time to be, drilled up under the |
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Bridge, Who's looking for oil, who's diggin |
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For Diamonds, |
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Who's diggin |
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For Gold, |
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Lemon Meringue |
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Pie And I must say goodbye. |
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Varmints and vermin writhe down the vine |
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Too wet to whistle, |
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When the moon is rhine |
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Sound asleep when the sun does shine |
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Watchin a clock instead of watchin time |
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You can take away the drum |
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But the beat will never change |
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Evercharge |
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Everlarge |
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Lemon Meringue |
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A windless sail and a waterless sea |
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A rusted ship and a discontinued journey |
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When will you be what you need to see |
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A mile in your shoes may cause swollen feet |
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Pipe dreams sound sweet, that's why |
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The drilling is so deep |
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Lemon Meringue |
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Pie & I must say goodbye |
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Gotta Let the taste buds blossom |
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Sunny side never lost em |
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Easy over born to be clever |
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So I conclude you'll never lose |
