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Don�t drop into place
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Where did you
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Go wrong
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Green, green
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grass
And laid carpet over the
earth
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The carpet died
�We certainly weren�t
doing anybody any favors�
�& He certainly
wasn�t doing her any favors��
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out of favor
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this was My Mojave
