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They don't walk and they don't talk in Malibu. They don't vote and they don't smoke. I know you're blue... They don't cream and they don't dream in Kansas City. They don't crack and they don't act. I know you're ready... They don't cry and they don't die in South Dakota. They don't match and they don't hatch in South Dakota. Here comes the coda: Not much water coming over the hill... From Letras Mania