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******[verse 1] |
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you push the button and well do the rest |
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the exotic sound of data storage |
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nothing like it |
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first thing in the morning |
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you push the button and well do the rest |
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bastard latin |
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thats the best thing for it |
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you push the button and well do the rest |
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[pre-chorus 1] |
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you and lizzy in the summertime |
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wrapping my tiny mind around a lullaby |
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[chorus] |
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there are things that i just cannot explain to you |
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and those that i hope i dont ever have to |
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[verse 2] |
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pattern language in the mood for love |
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you push the button and well do the rest |
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[pre-chorus 2] |
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you and genie wearing stetson hats |
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trying to gain access to my lily pad |
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[chorus] |
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there are things that i just cannot explain to you |
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and those that i hope i dont ever have to |
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[bridge] |
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the worlds first ever monster truck front flip |
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im just a bad girl trying to be good |
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ive got a laser guiding my love that i cannot adjust |
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[verse 3] |
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forward thinking model villages |
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more brain shrinking moving images |
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you push the button and well do the rest |