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Come to the seashore I'm sure there's candy and ice cream Are you coming? Bring the water-cooler We're going fishing Insulate those fish inards Not quite sure where this train is going Not quite sure what the sun is waiting for Not exactly positive about being negative, But that's ok I have insurance My friend is [chicken?] Ring around my finger In the sweet valley of the sun Happiness between my fingers In the valley of the sun I'm crying with laughter at your stupidity Death hangs straight through the ceiling From Letras Mania