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A long time ago
I turned to myself And said "You are my daughter" I saw that the image I saw there was well "So you are my daughter" Well then maybe we've got something to talk about Who told you so? That gold burns slow Like coal camper's candles all lost in the snow Lay down, you're on The warmth that I'm weaving is for you alone Up on the sun Where it never rains or snows There's an ocean With a wind that never blows And if you see it closer Then the finer points will show Not too much more Too much more Up on the sun Where it never rains or snows There's an ocean With a wind that never blows And if you see it closer Then the finer points will show Not too much more Too much more |
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| 2. |
| 3:20 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:27 |
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Below the road a dozen times now
Within the leeway, behind the sand house The fascinating book of strings Picks the leaves that drift down between Suns to lift up in between They told some stories like you've never seen Just about everything slips down in between Mine to lift up and to follow in the steps of fluids hollow Without time we pick up all the streams To find the leaves that drift down in between |
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| 1:25 |
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Down in the valley
There's an animal kingdom You can't even see it Till the sun goes down Up in the mountains There's beautiful rings On fingers that dance To invisible sound Up in my head There's an animal kingdom I am the king Of the animals there Up in the mountains (my head) I'm a beautiful singer To birds that dance On invisible air |
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| 5. |
| 3:27 |
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Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado
Is shaking the lemonade tree Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace That boils the lemonade free And it all went down Tomorrow is a number Hot pink apple with the sweet golden dimple Has stuck its claim in me Hot pink rubber comes in every color And every style that you please |
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| 6. |
| 3:06 |
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The sun is up and beating down
It's hot enough to melt the ground A little water would do us good The clouds would help us if they could They'd send showers of pouring rain Get everything wet again We could go and float around In our favorite swimming ground The best place I ever found Wasn't close to any town Was a little swimming ground Everything just floating around Out to lunch and out of town It's pretty close to falling down A little water would do us good The clouds would help us if they could They'd send showers of pouring rain Get everything wet again We could go and float around In our favorite swimming ground The best place I ever found Wasn't close to any town Was a little swimming ground Everything just floating around The sun is up and beating down It's hot enough to melt the ground A little water would do us good The clouds would help us if they could They'd send showers of pouring rain Get everything wet again We could go and float around In our favorite swimming ground The best place I ever found Wasn't close to any town Was a little swimming ground Everything just floating around The best place I ever found Wasn't close to any town Was a little swimming ground Everything just floating around |
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| 7. |
| 2:22 |
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In the year 1997
Figure of speech brought to you, Kardinal Offishall We going to do it like Yeah, okay, now all my niggas in the back My niggas in the front, girlies on the side Girls on the left and the right I want you to come to the front, come on I said, shake that booty Come on, shake that booty I said, crack that biddy, crack that biddy Come on, crack that biddy, come on, crack that biddy Shake them titties Come on, shake them titties Come on, shake them titties Come on, shake them titties Let me hear you say, scratch the LoLo Come on, y'all, scratch the LoLo Face beating, face beating Face beating, face beating Let me hear you, beat that face Beat that face Crack that busy Crack that busy Shake that LoLo , come on y'all, shake the LoLo Let me hear you say, F O S Let me hear you say, F O S Shake them titties, shake them titties Scratch the LoLo Come on, y'all, scratch the LoLo Let me hear you say, beat that face Beat that face Scratch that LoLo, scratch that LoLo Yeah, you don't stop This is how we do it for the 9-7 Yeah, this is how we do it, nothing to fear, I said, yeah |
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| 8. |
| 2:12 |
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Every evening, eight o'clock
The curtain's up, the band begins to play The mayor's there, his lovely wife's been Squeezed into the fashions of the day You make your entrance on time Decadent, thrilling, divine You're hypnotic, so exotic The audience just sighs and melts away Encore, show us more Sweet Gipsy Rose-a Encore, they shout more Se magnifica Such a pretty face Than of you boding into space So give them more, encore Tre magnifica Twelve o'clock, the stage is bare The curtain's down, the show comes to an end Waiting in the wings, I see the silhouette of him Your current friend Without me, your show wouldn't be Professional right down to a 'T' Yes, I'm the one who pulls the curtain down Yes, I'm the one you'll never see Encore, show them more Sweet Gipsy Rose-a Encore, they shout more Se magnifica Such a pretty face Will send me flying into space So give them more, encore Tre magnifica Without me, your show wouldn't be Professional right down to a 'T' Yes, I'm the one who pulls the curtain down Yes, I'm the one you'll never see Encore, show them more Sweet Gipsy Rose-a Encore, they shout more Se magnifica Such a pretty face Has got me flying up in space So give us more, encore Tre magnifica |
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| 9. |
| 2:30 |
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| 10. |
| 2:20 |
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Pistachios turn your fingers red
Row your way back home. you know Roll right into bed Pick it up in a week or two Flags jump out your head Row your way back home you know Roll right into bed ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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| 11. |
| 3:21 |
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Two rivers rolling by
Two waters side by side Never touching they remain Two rivers different names When they meet the waters change Two rivers one name River flows with many names Water leading water's aim Finding ways to change again Finding yet another name Water leading water's aim Two rivers rolling by Two waters side by side Two rivers rolling by |
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| 12. |
| 2:11 |
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Everybody's got some kind of belief about creator
Some say openly, "I don't know" Some build elevators to take the chosen few Who can afford the scenic view To the top of some big tower looking out on fields of blue Walking clouds on caves of emptiness That fall around their minds to flirt openly with vapor And the trail it leaves behind fences fly and sidewalks cry Concerning our creator turning loose the butterfly That ate the alligator, picking up its open-ended Holographic roots, it moved out to the tower To look down on me and you walking caves of empty water In the boring morning rain making love to open windows And the vapor trails' refrain |
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| 13. |
| 3:56 |
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Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado
Is shaking the lemonade tree Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace That boils the lemonade free And it all went down Tomorrow is a number Hot pink apple with the sweet golden dimple Has stuck its claim in me Hot pink rubber comes in every color And every style that you please |
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| 14. |
| 4:29 |
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A long time ago
I turned to myself And said "You are my daughter" I saw that the image I saw there was well "So you are my daughter" Well then maybe we've got something to talk about Who told you so? That gold burns slow Like coal camper's candles all lost in the snow Lay down, you're on The warmth that I'm weaving is for you alone Up on the sun Where it never rains or snows There's an ocean With a wind that never blows And if you see it closer Then the finer points will show Not too much more Too much more Up on the sun Where it never rains or snows There's an ocean With a wind that never blows And if you see it closer Then the finer points will show Not too much more Too much more |
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| 4:28 |
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| 1:53 |
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| 17. |
| 8:35 |
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Hot pink volcano in the heart of the tornado
Is shaking the lemonade tree Hot pink forest is backed by a furnace That boils the lemonade free And it all went down Tomorrow is a number Hot pink apple with the sweet golden dimple Has stuck its claim in me Hot pink rubber comes in every color And every style that you please |
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