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Ginger on your head |
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Threw my coat |
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No more I drink just spicy pink |
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Spicy pink soup |
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I love you |
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For hiking through the grainy parts of New York |
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But I vanished appeared on an island |
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Ginger kids can be nothing but violent |
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Gray spikes |
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At night |
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I hope we don't crush up the street lights |
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Expensive smoke and lacking in |
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The life of the ginger kids |
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And ginger kids all love to get lost in the earth |
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In the earth |
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Lady make up your mind |
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What the rose or the gold |
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Baby pink little birds begin to unfold |
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Stick them on my shirt |
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And stick them on my nose |
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Wear them to the kingdom of the gold and the rose |
