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Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away |
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Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air |
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You better watch out |
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There may be dogs about |
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I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen |
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Things are not what they seem |
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What do you get for pretending the danger's not real |
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Meek and obedient you follow the leader |
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Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel |
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What a surprise |
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A look of terminal shock in your eyes |
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Now things are really what they seem |
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No, this is no bad dream |
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The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want |
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He makes me down to lie |
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Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by |
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With bright knives He releaseth my soul |
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He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places |
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He converteth me to lamb cutlets |
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For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger |
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When cometh the day we lowly ones |
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Through quiet reflection, and great dedication |
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Master the art of karate |
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Lo, we shall rise up |
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And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water |
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Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream |
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Wave upon wave of demented avengers |
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March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream |
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Have you heard the news? |
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The dogs are dead |
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You better stay home and do as you're told |
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Get out of the road if you want to grow old |
