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I want a perfect bottle
One that would fill itself up
I knew a perfect model
She killed herself, but
These things
They are just bound to happen
I'll sing
Just for the sound of clapping

There is a place where we can go
Where it will never rain or snow
We go outside
The weather's perfect all the time

I want a magic pocket
All full of gold and silver
I had a plastic locket
I'd hold if it was still here
These things
Are stolen lost or broken
I'll sing
Choking

There is a place where we can go
Where it will never rain or snow
We go outside
The weather's perfect all the time

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