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There'll be time to get by, to get dry after the swimming pool |
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Oh there'll be time to just cry, I wonder why it didn't work out |
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There'll be time to fish fry for letters by yours, yours truly |
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Yours truly |
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Someone in my dictionary's up to no good |
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I never find the very special words I should |
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So I have another party with a water glass |
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And I sit on all your actions it's a birthing game |
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And I'll bet he needs a shower 'cause he's just like me |
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And the soldiers in the painting know your secret face |
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Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile |
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Gonna let you do your thinking if you need awhile |
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But what I gave you made him get mad |
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A little bit funny how a thing like that |
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Could travel from one mouth in through another |
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And the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother |
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And the words they sting like a stump of old wasps |
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Remember when I said go throw the rock in there |
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And we ran through the woods to our good house |
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You forgot about the things that he could say like |
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I don't think that I like you anymore |
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Well I found new feelings at the feeling store |
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And I can't find you at our kissing place |
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I'm scared of those new pair of eyes you have |
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So I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool |
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Hop a fence, leave the street and wet my feet, I'll find a swimming pool |
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'Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt, I'll find a swimming pool |
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Hop a fence, leave the street and wet my feet, I'll find a swimming pool |
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But I don't wish that I was dead |
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A very old friend of mine once said |
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That either way you look at it you have your fits |
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I have my fits but feeling is good |
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Confusions not a kidney stone in my brain |
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But if were miscommunicating do we feel the same? |
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Then either way you look at it you have your fits |
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I have my fits but feeling is good |
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So I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool |
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Hop a fence, leave the street and wet my feet, I'll find a swimming pool |
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'Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt, I'll find a swimming pool |
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Hop a fence, leave the street and wet my feet, I'll find a swimming pool |
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You gotta give a little, you gotta get a little bit |
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You gotta give a little, you gotta get a little bit |
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You gotta give a little, you gotta get a little bit |
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You gotta give a little, you gotta get a little bit |
