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"Quick, some redhots," cried the handsome fullback |
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I'm so nervous at this lonely bivouac |
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All the men have long since gone to bed |
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Once again explaining why in Miss Cheever it's always raining |
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And the roaring of the lamb |
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Brought my friends out in the rain |
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Now nobody's quite the same |
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No one's to blame |
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There's a fight reported in the wash-dry |
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Smart Eugene refused to share his moon-pie |
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What a shame they start them off so young |
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Who's to blame for this one |
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Who'll pay the prophet the day they miss one |
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And the roaring of the lamb |
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Then revealed its awesome powers |
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And the minutes turned to hours |
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No one's the same |
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Blandon's baby broke for Eastern Parkway |
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Red Kimono torn and soaked in salt spray |
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Very chic, this wild thing on the run |
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Magnifique, beguiling (nailed Gwynan's ???) daughter |
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But no one's smiling |
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And the roaring of the lamb |
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Brought my friends out in the rain |
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Now nobody's quite the same |
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No one's to blame |
