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Here are the shoes that I wear sometimes |
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That take me to town |
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You know the ones |
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And here's the shirt with the confusing buttons |
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Oh, you know the one |
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I would like you to take all of these things |
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And make a very fine dummy for your house |
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And maybe put it near a window |
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So it can look out into the very, very black night |
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And you can imagine it saying |
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"Night, you challenger." |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Here |
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I |
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Am |
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If only the company of others |
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Was as quiet as this friend scarecrow |
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Then you can imagine it saying to you, |
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"I will hold you eventually." |
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And you can imagine it saying |
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"Go to hell." |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
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Go |
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To |
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Hell |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Here I am |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
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Go to hell |
