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Charades, pop ski ll
Water h yacint h named by a p oet
Imi ta_tion of life
Like a koi in a f rozen pond
Like a goldfish i n a bowl
I don't want to he ar you cry-y- y-y- y-y. ..
That sugarcane, that tasted good
That's cinnamon, that's Holl ywood
Come on, come on, no one can see you t ry-y-y-y -y-y ...
You want the grea test thing
The gr eatest thing since br ead came sliced
You've got it al l, you've got it si_ zed
Like a fri day fashion show teenager
Freezing in the cor ner
Trying to look like you don't try-y-y- y-y-y ...
That sugarcane, that tasted good
That's cinnamon, that's Holl ywood
Come on, come on, no one can see you t ry-y-y-y -y-y ...
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(No one can see you cry-y-y-y-y-y )
That sugarcane, that tasted good
That's freezing rain, that's what you could
Come on, come on, no one can see you c ry-y-y-y -y-y
This sugarcane, this lemonade
This hurricane, I'm not afraid
Come on, come on, no one can see me c ry-y-y-y -y-y
This lightning storm, this tidal wave
This avalanche, I'm not afraid
Come on, come on, no one can see me c ry-y-y-y -y-y
That sugarcane, that tasted good
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on, no one can see you c ry-y-y-y -y-y
That sugarcane, that tasted good
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on, no one can see you c ry-y-y-y -y-y