tap on your cap
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there's a whispering breeze in town
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the trees have found a voice and
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you're one for fun
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you're one for fun in the gloating sun
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and now I'm making it in
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from out a fireplace on stilts
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pay less attention
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the room
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said crying's a fate
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or whatever word you used to call it
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I'm one for climb
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I'm one for climb in the sun
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and how for us to be so black and happy
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before the souls have all been stopped
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the draining lasts for you still
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five jars I'm drinking our fill
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the tips will sing the christmas star
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our laughing heart
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The Gloating Sun
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| The Shins |
