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I see the bricks you bake |
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I see the wood you saw |
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I love to watch you |
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Toil in the clattering dawn |
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I baked our bread |
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And made our milk |
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And now I feed the fleas |
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As the worms are oozing silk |
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Don't stop to think now |
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Or even breathe |
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Cause when we're like this |
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Our souls don't dare to leave |
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I see in snapshots |
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Click clack click clack doo |
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Can you see the point |
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In how much I like you? |
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CHORUS |
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I want to be a family |
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I want to be a home |
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I want to keep you in a cave |
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And never let you go |
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I want to be the map you read |
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The basket for the bone |
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I want to be the hand that feeds |
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I want to be a home |
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Your home |
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Tin cans and grapevines |
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Growing at our door |
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The bustling ants nest |
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Seeping through the floor |
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One hundred soldiers |
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Marching down our road |
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Each with a letter on his back |
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To spell a secret code |
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I see the mud you make |
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I see the mess we're in |
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I want to end with a smile |
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Cause that's how we begin |
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CHORUS |
