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GNow
I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn
to send a little money hDome from here
to the Gmoon is risin' like a discotheque
and now my bags are down and pDacked for traveling
GLookin' at happiness
keepin' my flavor fresh
nobody knows I guess
How far I'll gDo, I know
so I'm Gleavin' at Six O' Clock
meet in a parkin' lot
Harriet Hendershot
Sunglasses oDn, she waits by this
GlAass and cGmoncrete and stDone
It is jAust a hGmouse, not a hDome
GSkin
that covers me from head to toe
except a couple tiny hDoles and openings
Gwhere, the city's blowin' in and out
this is what it's all aDbout, delightfully
GEverything's possible
when you're an animal
not inconceivable
How things can chDange, I know
So I'm Gputtin' on aftershave
nothin' is out of place
gonna be on my way
Try to preDtend, it's not only
GlAass and cGmoncrete and stDone
That it's just a house, not a home
And it?s glass and concrete and stone
It is just a house, not a home
And my head is fifty feet high
Let my body and soul be my guide
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