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(D. Wyndorf)
Come on!!
I was born underwater
I dried out in the sun
I started humping volcanoes, baby
When I was too young
I started surfing the mad house
And I decided to stay
I got a itch in my cosmic park, yeah
And it won't go away
Instead of draining the swamp for your lost love
Come to me and you'll live in Crop Circle
Like a lamb to the sworder
Like a peach in the sun
Curl up in my flame pit, baby
Until your way overdone
I came up from the ground
I came down from the sky
And around heaven knees
Like a worm with a mission
Cuz I'm made out of salt
And I'm made out of coal
And I live like a king
And I...show muscle
Instead of making a man, make you a monkey
For your head and you'll live in Crop Circle
Ah...let me tell ya about it
Ah...come on
I said I'm dead yeah...yeah yeah...
Yeah yeah...and you'll live in Crop Circle
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