La La La

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La la la la la, come on, come on, come on, come onMake yourself free, make yourself grow

Come on up into the attic, come and see the glow up

Pretty Adiel kissing everyone she doesn't know

And the pigs are eating popcorn, selling tickets to the showGive yourself away, feel the wind blow

Watching movies on the ceiling, all the R.E.S we know

If there's someone you don't like you don't have to say hello

There's no reason you should leave, there's no reason you should goLa la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la

La la la la la, come on, come on, come on, come onTake yourself out here to Tambourine

We have bloated up your eyes and fetching tenderines

If you open up your box you'll find a time machine

If you'll try to find a scratch, there'll be no signs where you have beenGive yourself up, make yourself seen

Don't tell us that you can't believe is samplingLa la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la

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La la la la, la la la, come on, come on, come on, come on

Songwriters

KURSTIN, GREG/GEORGE, INARA /Published by

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