Einstein was not a handsome fellow
Nobody ever called him Al
He had a long moustache to pull on
It was yellow
I don’t believe he ever had a girl
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and I ride along side and I rode along side you then and I rode along side till you lost me there in the open road And I rode along side till the honey spread itself so thin for me to break your bread for me to take your word I had to steal it // and i'm so sad like a good book i can't put this day back a sorta fairytale with you
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