| rdfs:comment | - Oh, there’ll be time to get by, I get dry after the swimming pool Oh, there’ll be time to just cry or wonder why it didn’t work out Oh, there’ll be time to fish fry for letters by yours truly, yours truly So I duck out, go down to find the swimming pool Hop the fence, leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool 'Cause when I'd snuffed out I doubt I’d find the swimming pool Hop the fence, leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool If you give a little you can get a little bit
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| abstract | - Oh, there’ll be time to get by, I get dry after the swimming pool Oh, there’ll be time to just cry or wonder why it didn’t work out Oh, there’ll be time to fish fry for letters by yours truly, yours truly Someone in my dictionary's up to no good, I never find the very special words I should And so I have another party with a water glass, and I sit on all your actions, it’s a birthing game And I bet he needs a shower 'cause he’s just like me, But the soldiers in the painting know your secret face Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile Gonna let you do your thinkin' if you need a while But what I gave you made him get mad, A little bit funny how a thing like that Could travel through one mouth, in through another, And the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother And the words they sting, like a stump of old wasps Do you remember when I said, "Go throw the rock in there"? And we ran through the woods to our good house, But you forgot about the things that he could say like, "I don’t think that I like you anymore, Well I found new feelings at the feeling store, And I can't find you at our kissing place Well I’m scared of those new pair of eyes you have" So I duck out, go down to find the swimming pool Hop the fence, leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool 'Cause when I'd snuffed out I doubt I’d find the swimming pool Hop the fence, leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool But I don’t wish that I was dead, now a very old friend of mine once said That either way you look at it, you have your fits, I have my fits, but feeling is good Confusion's not a kidney stone in my brain If we’re miscommunicating, do we feel the same? 'Cause either way you look at it, you have your fits, I have my fits, and feeling is good So I duck out, go down to find the swimming pool Hop the fence, leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool 'Cause when I'd snuffed out I doubt I’d find the swimming pool Hop the fence, leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool If you give a little you can get a little bit
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