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Laughing With

Folding Chair

Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and thereˇs a breeze
Thereˇs a shadow, you canˇt see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

Letˇs get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy
Iˇll safety-pin his clothes all cool and youˇll grafitti up his toys
Iˇve got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget
Iˇve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do, they do