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"Jedidiah"
Jedidiah five left one right
washed up on Jedidiah paperboys
got nothing to deliver on six feet
washed up on the shore they used to dance,
but maybe not no more
Well I never felt sorry for an oceanographer bodies
making money like a new pornographer
there arms and legs won't make it to you like a five star
mummy in a three striped shoe on Jedidiah
I need it good I need it cheap,
but don't make me beg I got the brain of a tramp,
but can't feel my legs
they moved to the island to escape the race
memorized every name memorized every face
till one day knock knock knock knock on your door
you know who's feet these are?
who's not gonna dance no more?
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