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The Things You Do Spoken as a true gentleman Spoken as the roof's never been on fire And I hear you say the sweetest words And I can't refute in my own way Is there a word to define it? Is there a sound to say it? No Yes, the hero never sleeps The warrior is mightier in meditation And I peak a look to distract some peace And I can't focus myself that way So I stood up on my little back I stood so tall I toppled over And I lost my balance just to reach real high And I can't dislocate my arm anyway Is there invisible wings here? Is there hands on my shoulders Picking me off the ground? How do you do the things you do The things you so, the things you do How do you do, how do you do How do you do that? |
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