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Cedar
We're going to Cedar in a Volkswagen bus Where Marcus sings marble head morning to us And we don't fit in cause none of us are drinking And they don't notice cause none of them are thinking And all of the locals they like to sing along And half way through discover that they don't know the song That doesn't stop them from falling in love Or doing whatever it is that they're thinking of And I'll get around to it, this I swear to you I wouldn't have tried it if you hadn't dared me to You wake me up just to tell me everything is just fine We were in the cabin back when it was still around Filling its hollow walls with our sound All day long we'd serve it up for the kiddies And all through the evening sing our own little ditties We are in the kitchen an hour before dawn And all of the while we're testing our brawn I'll see you on Tuesday night if you can be there And we'll leave our songs in Cedar Take some time, you're going to take yourself a number Going to take a nap on your plywood and foam rubber And I'll take the empty receptacles And see if we're socially acceptable Cannot sleep, does that mean I'm a freak You hit me with a look and I turn the other cheek It doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me either Cause when you're in bed I'll be in Cedar © André Villoch
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