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I felt it in the forest back when I was just a tourist

Laughing at the cities made of glass

You down by the stream with your million-dollar dream

Only two bucks left for gas

And your inside cart

All wrapped around me and

You wore my feathered see through dress

But you gotta wait for now child

Look outside it is Monday morning

Gotta put on your face and get you dressed

Oh, woah oh oh oh

Oh, woah oh oh oh

Down in the sand where we planned and we planned

To give the great unwashed a bath

All those years ago now before we come to know that

We only smell like shit ourselves

And your inside cart

All wrapped around me and

You wore my feathered see through dress

But you gotta wait for now child

Look outside it is Monday morning

Gotta put on your face and get you dressed

And it ain’t fair that I wait here

But you’re so good at making money

Honey I will be with you there in spirit

Oh somewhere there’s a town where all the mice behave like men

But they, they would never let us a near it

Oh, woah oh oh oh

Oh, woah oh oh oh

Oh waoaho

Oh, woah oh oh oh

Oh, woah oh oh oh

It ain’t fair that I wait here

But you’re so good at making money

Buddy I will be with you there in spirit

Oh somewhere there’s a town where all the mice behave like men

But they, they would never let us near it

Oh I felt it in the forest back when I was just a tourist

Laughing at the cities made of glass

You down by the stream with your million-dollar dream

Only two bucks left for gas

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