| Well a million stars is what you are
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| And it seems like that to me
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| Or a million sprats in conical hats
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| Who are oozing in the sea
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| The deep sea fish has one big wish
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| And he gets upon the plate
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| That girl he chews knows how to ooze
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| She can always tell what she ate
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| She’s been grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Plato Pluto Monroe Garbo
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| All between the sheets
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| And they make their deals and drive their wheels
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| Down sugar-coated streets
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| Hands in the syrup and the feets in the stirrup
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| And the rest goes in your mouth
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| The short is warm and the long is storm
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| And there ain’t nothing in the South
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| But anyway
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| I don’t know why I’m so alone
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| I’ve always been a rolling stone
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Ah, sock it to me, Reginald!
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| I don’t know what you’re going through
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| I hope I’m going through it, too
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again
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| Grooving on a inner plane
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| Grooving grooving back again |