| There’s a singer off a ven,
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| You can easy find the square to the next one
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| And even comes along.
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| And takes your cover live and sings another song
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| It’s just the same.
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| The clock you thumbs up, telling lies on a color stilly ship
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| They sold the world to be a star, but made no use of it.
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| And as the sails were hoisted up I saw that they were fake
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| I had to trip down to the pins that put plastic on my plate.
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| But it’s something real and it’s happened there,
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| And we can watch it blow,
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| Come on, everybody, let’s go, go, go, go.
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| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
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| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
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| We’re getting really, really, really, really, really, really, really bored,
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| bored, bo-bo-boo…
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| I held up a glide that never only glides,
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| Until it finds he’s praying, brings it up back home.
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| Through the listens and the loves
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| You hit him, throw it out, it’s just a phase.
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| Pan trip down to the corner shop to debt took magazine,
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| See themselves came down a shrimp, but that don’t mean a thing.
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| And as a salesman hoist it up, I saw a beam of faith.
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| I had to trip down to the pins and put plastic on my plate.
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| But something real has happened there, we can watch it grow,
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| Come on, everybody, let’s go.
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| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
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| We’re getting really, really, bored there,
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| We’re getting really, really, really, really, really, really, really bored,
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| bored, bo-bo-boo… |