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When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near
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When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near
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When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near
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When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near
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When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near
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When I grow up. I want to be a forester. Run through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out boomerang. Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up. I want to live near
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alone. . The trailing moss in mystico, the purple blossom soft as snow. My tears keep flowing to the sea. Doctor, lawyer, indian chief, it takes a thief to catch a thief. For whom does the bell toll
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can't hear your own voice at all They gather up, something's wrong. They ask around, no one knows. Well, have you been where the rivers cross by the water in the moss?. Nothing really moves on black
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may be quite simple but now that its done. I hope you dont mind. I hope you dont mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is while youre in the world. I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
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and rye, singing. This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die. . Now, for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a Rolling
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and rye, singing. This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die. . Now, for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a Rolling
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the world. I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss. Well a few of the verses, well they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you, that
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and kicked off the moss. Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind. While I wrote this song. It's for people like you that. Keep it turned on So excuse
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kicked off the moss. Well, a few of the verses, well, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that a-keep it turned on. So excuse me
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kicked off the moss. Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me
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. . She's slappin' down a dam. Where the moss gets thick,. A yellin' "YeeHaw!" she's a red-neck chick,. Spittin' in the fire, puttin' on a show, struttin like a chicken to the radio,. Hey Slick! She's a
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the world. I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss. Well a few of the verses, well they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song. It's for people like you, that
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wonderful life is while you're in the world. . I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss. Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross. But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
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could be my black Kate Moss tonight. Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight. And you don't give a * what they all say right?. Awesome, the Christian and Christian Dior. Damn, they don't make 'em like
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, giddy up, giddy up, whoo I love it, whoo, I hate it Rolling stones gather no moss, so let's go. Not a life, not a love. Not a motherfuckin' minute to spare. (God damn). 3 65 24/7 on the move. (Hey
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Ha, ha, ha, ha. You ready Bow? Yeah. (Let's go then) Yeah, yeah, call me Lamborghini Moss, ho. (Vroom). 6. 1. 4, yeah, we say bro. (Yeah) Hopping out the Hummer. (Okay). Yeah, them big trucks
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hundred watt boxes. Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing. Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians All these MC's start realizing. That Ghost got that *, that'll keep you vibing. The Wu is here
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day off, baby, AR in the same car. Most of y'all my sons, aw, look at little JR. F12 same color Kate Moss. Uh, I'm talkin' wristin' the pot. I'm talkin' this and you not. I'm talkin' bricks and you not
