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Hello to my halo, |
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Goodbye to my glands, |
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You can move a mountain with a book of plans. |
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You can't break a heart with my birthday wish. |
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You can't make a wave in a petri dish. |
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Tell them, |
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We think they're starving. |
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Tell them, |
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We think they're deaf. |
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Tell them, |
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We've seen them carving curse words into their desks. |
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Tell them, |
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That I'm a liquid. |
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Tell them, |
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It's been a gas. |
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Tell them, |
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They're frozen solid just behind the looking glass. |
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The mirror just flat, |
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The mirror's just glass, |
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Into the mirror let's try not to pass. |