Left arms burnt, we head for the lake A bit more sun than we could take I'll push the Jimmy, if you push the Dave Then we could sink down to the bottom and say
What a fine life we are living
And I think you'll agree That the train tracks are complimentary To squishing pennies and kissing girls We scratched our names all in a row Into a tree, in hopes it would grow Into the tallest tree the forest ever would know We'd climb up to the top and shout to below
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