Salted Caramel

And I start to clap
 'Cause I'm feeling good
 My room is empty
 All it has
 Is a guitar and snare drum
 I bang on it
 Is this life?
 I guess it's fine
 For a while
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 I got little penguins on my socks right
 I got little ducks on my boxers
 I'm essentially a manchild
 I don't think I'll ever change
 Whenever I go into your house man
 It looks like a museum
 Makes me feel nauseous
 Makes me feel stuff
 And I start to clap
 'Cause I'm feeling good
 Got salted caramels
 Yeah I'm feeling good
 And I start to clap
 'Cause I'm feeling good
 Got salted caramels
 Yeah I'm feeling good
 Yeah I start to clap
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 And I do something
 To waste your time
 You do something to waste mine
 I write little poems 'bout my sorrows
 I write pretty songs for my one love
 I try to cater to my brain cells
 And I'm a hopeless romantic
 Now my friend open up your backdoor
 And flush out the privilege
 We both need to be better
 At stuff
 And I start to clap
 'Cause I'm feeling good
 Got salted caramels
 Yeah I'm feeling good
 Yeah I start to clap
 'Cause I'm feeling good
 Got salted caramels
 Yeah I'm feeling good
 Yeah I start to clap
 'Cause I'm feeling good
 Got salted caramels
 I'm feeling good
 Yeah I start to clap
 Clap
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 Yeah I start to clap
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 Yeah I start to clap
 'Cause I'm feeling good