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The rabbit hole opened, so in they all went |
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And the height of the evening was when you said |
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We got computers inventing the perfect head |
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So we all put on our gowns |
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And a truck brought loads of hay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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And we opened up the ground |
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And shaped the straw and clay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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The donkey receivers were happy and free |
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And they built them a camp by the shiny sea |
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They got computers invented in just a week |
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So we all put on our gowns |
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And a truck brought loads of hay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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And we opened up the ground |
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And shaped the straw and clay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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Now in the beginning they just came and went |
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And they used to pretend they were heaven sent |
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We got computers that fix all the rust and dents |
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So we all put on our gowns |
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And a truck brought loads of hay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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And we opened up the ground |
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And shaped the straw and clay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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And we opened up the ground |
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And shaped the straw and clay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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So we all put on our gowns |
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And a truck brought loads of hay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |
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And we opened up the ground |
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And shaped the straw and clay |
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And out of the fog flew a rubber baby |