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(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is shining on a perfect (Day six) A train isn't whistling (Day ten) And I don't want to see you off
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Don't stop To let them know they've been missing the jukebox on The song we will blow the system
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We know the most Indie city chimeny-sweeper up your radio The song we play will the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let them they've been missing Turn the on The song we play will the system
We know the crunk Indie city choking Turn up your The song we will blow the speakers
Don't whistlin' To let them What they've been Turn jukebox up The song we will blow the system
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But that should be the first No been, no ones been The carpenter been you this cabinet
Burying Those heroes as gasping But that should be the last