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Blind Melon Soup Lemonade There's such a thing as self opinion And this far down South I have no self-control If anbody else feels like a nobody Well then your gonna have to look out for you I'll colour green verything believed in But I keep screaming for my glass of lemonade I walk around and it feels good to be movin' The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be found Jump on the trolley that's headed for all the hollering And then you're gonna have to look out for you In desperate need of a little more religion To nurse your God like point of view Fool on the sheetroof you gotta lay down in your ruins The river flowin' by, is way too big to bound If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut Oh, how nice to have avoided you I'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeing But I keep screaming for that glass of lemonade Too much, too much, too much Lemonade Too much, too much, too much Lemonade Too much, too much, too much Lemonade Too much, too much, too much Lemonade Too much, too much, too much Lemonade |
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