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Hey there sour grapes. I am your man. Given it what it takes, and all that I can. But hey there doctor, won't you let me bleed? Hey there Jesus. I am your man. Livin' on an empty stick, on Heroine. Writing you a postcard that reads "I'll be coming soon" Hey Ya, Como Es La Vida Hey there astronaut floating in space. Living a dream in an aluminum case. But my only aluminum is a beer can to my face. All ove' All ove' All over again. I'm stuck in these boats and they are wearin' thin. Oh the black child in Africa I think I feel your pain. Hey Ya, Como Es La Vida Hey there misery I see your ugly stare. So I rolled up my ball of hope and I chucked it in the air. Hey Ya, Como Es La Vida |