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he’s picked it out,
leafy circular streets with views of mount ainslie
listless dogs on lifeless lawns
in a suburb called kevin
toni went to Italy
convinced a professional soccer coach
to come out and train the cows
how to be the best team around
and he knows he can’t be wrong
cause he heard it in a song
that was written by someone
who knew him after all
he’s a man of style
he shines his boots and his guitars
but he’s resigned himself to the fact
that he’s gotta dye his hair black
and he knows he can’t be wrong
cause he heard it in a song
that was written by someone
who knew him after all
my clone believes he wrote this song
we argued about it all night long
neither of us can agree
he thinks i’m him, i know he’s me
and i know i can’t be wrong
cause i heard it in a song
that was written by someone
who is me after all
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