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He climbed into the belly of the great white bear |
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It's very sticky and it smells a little fishy |
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But no one will look for him there |
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He took a moment to pick his thoughts and make them clear |
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Oh, what a day it's been |
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Oh, what a terrible state he's in (x2) |
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Her eyes are wired, there's a hat over her thick black hair |
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They're racing through the snow |
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Their sweaty hands keep slipping |
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But they're almost there |
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Her father's shotgun ringing out now through the cold night air |
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Oh, what a fix they're in |
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Oh, what a terrible sin |
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Oh, what a fix they're in |
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Oh, what a terrible sinister game |
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The hunter did play |
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To give them the hope |
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That they could get away |
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When biding his time |
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He did wait down the line |
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To bring a disaster |
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On their youthful dreams of escape |
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Oh what a day it's been |
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Oh what a day it's been |
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Run, there's a bullet in your back |
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Run, run, there's a bullet in your back |
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Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back |
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But I wouldn't take it back, |
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I wouldn't take it back |
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Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back |
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But I wouldn't take it back, |
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I wouldn't take it back |
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Run, run, run, there's a bullet in your back |
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But I wouldn't take it back, |
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I wouldn't take it back |
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Run, run, run there's a bullet in your back |
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And I want to take it back |
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I want to, want to |
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I want to, want you |
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I want you, want you |
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I want you, want you, want you, want you back |
