Kids On Holiday Chords by Animal Collective

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_ _ _ _ _ I'm waiting for you at the end of the airport.
I'm on fire in our chair.
The lights are in hibernation.
But I'm feeling impatient.
We will play in the park.
The smell of pajamas is what makes me feel frivolous.
There are minutes or seconds, but we've spent hours in the bathroom.
You better watch out. _
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_ _ So you're feeling sick.
The first night is the retard being held by his mother.
She's got spit in her napkin.
And she's pushing him backwards like a stenched duck.
And it's making you nauseous.
Where the hell have I got to?
There's a boy who's a Krishna.
And he thinks you look pretty.
Well, he's dying your stock.
He's got a hunch to help you with your life. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ There's no need to worry.
This is just a vacation.
It's not permanent meaning.
Every kid gets excited when it's here.
Sorry, guys.
Because they ordered a drink.
And they received a combat.
And there's fat, non-sex vendors who are blocking the heart church.
Till I'm birthed from their bolas.
And I kiss you and hug you.
You remember our poor face.
And you shout at the platform.
Here we come, Miss Ura.
Here we come, Miss Ura.
Here we come, Miss Ura.
Here we come, Miss Ura.
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Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, _ _ _ _ _ _
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