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stop whistlin' To let them know they've been missing Turn the on The song we will blow the system
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Don't whistlin' To let know What been missing Turn the on The we play will blow the system
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Don't whistlin' To let them they've been missing Turn jukebox up The song we play blow the system
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But should be the first thing No ones been, no been The carpenter I've you this cabinet
Burying Those as they're gasping But that be the last thing