Jedidiah five left one right washed up on Jedidiah paperboys got nothing to deliver on six feet
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washed up on the shore they used to dance, but maybe not no more Well I never felt sorry for an oceanographer bodies
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making money like a new pornographer there arms and legs won't make it to you like a five star
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mummy in a three striped shoe on Jedidiah I need it good I need it cheap,
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but don't make me beg I got the brain of a tramp,
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but can't feel my legs they moved to the island to escape the race memorized every name memorized every face
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till one day knock knock knock knock on your door you know who's feet these are?
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who's not gonna dance no more?
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