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I'm gonna tell my son to join a circus so that is cheap And games are just another way of And I'm gonna my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every there are half a million lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he learns to let his hair down far enough to climb
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When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, that's them
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