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Lakers Lakers Lakers Swim into the rosy water. Music seems so solar That the moon can laugh at you. Seas eat our heartless tommorows And these and those. You know it’s not looking funny… Air one. Oh, how many mops on my nose They are gracious… They are gracious… It’s a slim gap ‘No more’ said my mouth to our sweet hour. In this sheltering you can hear the bells, Listening to no one.