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Wash your face in the morning sun
Flash your pen at the song that I'm singing
Touchdown base living on the run
Make no sweat at the hole that you're digging
Wrap up cold when it's warm outside
Your shit jokes remind me of Digsy's
Be my magic carpet ride
Fly me down to capital city in the sun
Kicking up a storm
From the day that I was born
Sing a song for me
One from 'Let It Be'
Open up your eyes get a grip on yourself inside
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