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Well, I'm standing here looking at you, what do I see? |
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I'm looking straight through |
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It's so sad, when you're young |
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To be told, you're having fun |
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So, unplug the jukebox and do us all a favor |
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That music's lost it's taste, so, try another flavor |
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'Ant Music' |
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Well, I'm standing here, what do I see? |
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A big nothing threatening me |
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It's so sad, when you're young |
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To be told, you're having fun |
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Don't tread on an ant, he's done nothing to you |
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There might come a day when he's treading on you |
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Don't tread on an ant, you'll end up black and blue |
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You cut off his head, legs come looking for you |
