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When I was baby I looked like a pig |
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my nose a snout and my ears were too big |
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My mother would poke at the hole |
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at the back of my head where my brain was exposed |
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I didn't know it then but never again |
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would recapture those wonderful days |
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When I was a baby I fell down a well |
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I landed deep down in the furnace of hell |
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The devil would rock me to sleep |
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with stories of cities of ivory and gold |
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It took a long, long time before I could |
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escape from that terrible hole |
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When I was a baby I lived in a crib |
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I crawled on floors and ate with a bib |
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But then I was taken away |
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and was sold to the circus for trinkets and beads |
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Now I lie awake at night and dream about |
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what I would do if I was ever set free |
