Buddy Wakefield - Voices

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E_LA_daZgg

[Pre-Verse]
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There were voices I was trying to shake
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so my million monkies typing up rules could break away

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from station k...hey...you...awwwww fear for me

[Verse]
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and there hound dogs barking like a mile away
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there were june bugs begging for the rights to may
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and i was thinkin...sorry i was thinkin

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we outta roust our bums in double wide cirlcles
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we can say fun words like 'burgle' and 'gerbil'
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but that's not to imply that rousting our bums has
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anything to do with gerbils...at all

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and we can bake up passed times up in a cloud shaped dish
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spike that batter with our yellow bricks
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pop spit bubbles betwixt our lips
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and pull the bible belt back through the loops it missed

[Chorus]
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and say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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   hey yeah yeah
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I said hey...What's going on...With these

[Verse]
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Voices I've been trying to shake
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like a micro hoola hoop hoop in a grape
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yeah it's a mixed up jumbled up, macro grape in my
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hula  huh huh huh huh hula
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h u l a, hula

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hula hooping moods of the hips of a dove
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who's got a prothetic wings that fits like a glove
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to fly bi-polar bears round trip for free
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with first class seating for everything

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it's like bird chirps making a move on the screams
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of a beaver brought down in a kindom of false teeth
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a beaver wood checking out a method of feeling
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a beaver named Lincoln with logs for me

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so proud of his his chipped quick witted grin
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weasel up hopping from the child within
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who builds better toys in a moment than
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he can for a moment that builds to an end

Run through just the chords and take it down...
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he came to make toll roads of charged paper mache
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pull his ?point? from stacks of haaaay
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and finger paint phones for the call of the wild
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like the wild still had a say hey hey

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so we can bake past times up in a cloud shaped dish
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spike that batter with our yellow bricks
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pop spit bubbles in betwixt our lips
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and pull the bible belt back throug hthe loops it missed

[Chorus]
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and sing hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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    hey heay yeah
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i said hey
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i said heey
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i said haaaaaay