Sing, are you joyful now?
I don't wanna know.
Sing, when the sun comes out.
Dressed in our summer clothes.
(lovely)
And my neighbor told me
I resemble the Holy Ghost
She can't help but wonder
why i abandoned my holy post
and left me to squeeze her until she's left comatose.
(I'm on my way, i'm on my way)
Sing, is my voice too loud?
Do we gotta go?
To a place across the pond?
A place my body knows
(very well)
and nobody told me
i resemble the holy ghost
and can't help but wonder
why we've abandoned the holy road
and asked me to squeeze them
until they're left comatose.
(i'm on my way, i'm on my way)
(i'm on my way i'm on my way)

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