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Oh there'll be time to get by
Or get dry after the swimming pool
Oh there'll be time to just cry
I wonder why it didn't work out
Oh there'll be time to fish fry
For letters by yours truly
Yours truly

Someone in my dictionary's up to no good
I never find the very special words I should
And so I have another party with a water glass
And I sit on all your actions – it's a birthing game
And I bet he needs a shower – 'cause he's just like me
But the soldiers in the painting know your secret face
Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile
Gonna let you do your thinking if you need a while
But what I gave you made him get mad
A little bit funny how a thing like that
Could travel from one mouth in through another
The next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother, and
The words they sting like a stump of old wasp
Do you remember when I said "go throw the rock in there"?
And we ran through the woods to our good house
But you forgot about the things that he could say like:
"I don't think that I like you anymore"
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Well I found new feelings at the feeling store
And I can't find you at our kissing place
When I'm scared of those new pair of eyes you have, so

I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
Hop a fence leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool
'Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt I'll find the swimming pool
Hop a fence leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool

But I don't wish that I was dead –
A very old friend of mine once said
That either way you look at it
You have your fits I have my fits but feeling's good
And confusion's not a kidney stone in my brain
But if we're miscommunicating do we feel the same?
'Cause either way you look at it
You have your fits I have my fits and feeling's good

So I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
Hop a fence leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool
'Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt I'll find the swimming pool
Hop a fence leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool
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