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i could never understand
the wind at all
was like a ball of love
i could never never see
the cosmic sea
was like a bumble bee
and when i'm sad...
i slide
i have never kissed
a car before
it's like a door
i have always always
grown my own before
all schools are strange
and when i'm sad...
i slide
i have never never
nailed a nose before
that's how the garden grows
i could never understand
the wind at all
was like a ball of love
and when i'm sad...
i slide
watch now
i'm gonna slide
i slide....
have you ever seen a woman coming out of
new york city with a frog in her hand?
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