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Crawl up the back steps |
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Up to the back door |
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Reach up in the dark |
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Turn the handle a little more |
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Open up real slow |
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So the door don't creak |
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Look ahead and look behind |
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Don't shuffle your feet |
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They say he's crazy, they say he's gone |
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We play our tricks, make up funny songs |
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Sneaking around, feeling badly |
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Sneaking up on |
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Boo Radley |
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Hear the caterpillar crawl |
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Hear the bed bugs bite |
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Hear the crickets scream |
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All the sounds of the night |
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Hear the sound of footprints |
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On the ground |
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I think I see |
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Don't step on the lightning bugs |
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Watch the crack in your knees |
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They say he's crazy, they say he's gone |
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We play our tricks, make up funny songs |
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Sneaking around, feeling badly |
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Sneaking up on |
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Boo Radley |
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They say he's funny, got a loose screw |
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Stay away, he's a threat to you |
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Give him a break, what do we know |
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Might turn out we would like him so |
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We fear what we just don't know |
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I heard he served a long time ago |
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Saw some things we'll never know |
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We laugh and sneak around in the night |
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Fun and games but |
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I know it's not right |
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Scared and fascinated |
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Ignorant we castigate him |
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Scared and fascinated |
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Ignorant we flagellate him |
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They say he's crazy, they say he's gone |
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We play our tricks, make up funny songs |
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Down the street, walking sadly |
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My little sister, loves him madly |
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Feeling like the |
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Man From Gladly |
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Sneaking up on |
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Boo Radley |