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Have you ever seen a bloody egg? |
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Glass in hand, lying up in bed |
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That's the time to sing this cowardly lullaby |
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And you ought to know why |
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Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low |
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In the night where batwings flow |
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That's where all the frightmares go |
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When the elephants die |
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Wouldn't you like to try? |
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Have you ever heard the blackbird's song? |
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Summer days, all summer long |
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Underneath a shady tree a shadow sitting next to me |
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And we stare at the sun |
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Lullaby to nightmares, whispered low |
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In the night where batwings flow |
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That's where all the frightmares go |
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When the elephants die |
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Wouldn't you like to try? |
