We wash your clothes but the dirt won't come out and no one knows what the hell your all about
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You had cool thoughts of life and all it's joys and you had thoughts of hot sex with teenage boys
Walt Whitman Walt Whitman
And when we sing this song your voice comes out we sing but it won't be long before we shout
Walt Whitman Walt Whitman
What rivers are these What forests and fruits are these What persons and cities are here What myrids of dwellings are they filled with dwellers What widens within you Walt Whitman (x6)