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From the cradle bars |
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Comes a beckoning voice |
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It sends you spinning |
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You have no choice... |
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You hear laughter |
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Cracking through the walls |
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It sends you spinning |
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You have no choice... |
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Following the footsteps |
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Of a rag doll dance |
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We are entranced |
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Spellbound |
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And don't forget |
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When your elders forget |
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To say their prayers |
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Take them by the legs |
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And throw them down the stairs |
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When you think |
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Your toys have gone berserk |
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An' it's an illusion |
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You cannot shirk |
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You hear laughter |
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Cracking through the walls |
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It sends you spinning |
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You have no choice |
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Following the footsteps |
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Of a rag doll dance |
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We are entranced |
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Spellbound |
