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Find our fate, steal our jokesAnd put them on tv, have you heard the one about the homeless cowboys and bees?Your wooden stare, in the corner by the stairsYour wooden beard seems kind of weird, but who caresFind our fate, steal our jokesAnd put them on tv, have you heard the one about the baby jesus and cheese?So find the fate, steal our jokes (Fate finder)Did you put them on tv, cause you know how serious we are about our comedyYour wooden stare (Fate finder)You were once a treeDoes he have any leaves? You were once a treeDoes he have any leaves? You were once a treeI just want to be on tv, oh fate finder please discover meI just want to be on tv, oh fate finder please discover meI just want to be on tv, oh fate finder please discover meI just want to be on tv, oh fate finder please discover meA friend of mine is running around home with the young jesus in his mouthThose were the times, just sitting around so highThose were the times, just sitting around so highThose were the times, just sitting around so highThose were the times, just sitting around so high From Letras Mania