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Here we go |
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Like a bird over the edge |
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We might fall or wings and fly instead |
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There we go |
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And we're blind, blind as a bat |
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We're trying a little of this, little of that |
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And it's Christmas without the whole nativity |
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All I did...? |
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Now I'm full of cavities |
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We're in jail |
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But their is no one guarding the door |
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And mr. police who keep us coming for more |
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So we'll explode...? |
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Cause we wanna see |
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What we can't see what's underneath |
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And there's a dream we're trying to build |
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There's a hole that we can't fill |
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When all your limbs are being pulled |
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How can you know which way to yield |
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Well don't you go to far |
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You gotta know who you are |
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Little baby |
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Don't you go to far |
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You gotta know know who you are |
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Little baby don't |
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Little baby don't |
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Little baby don't |
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Well don't |
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You go too far |
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You gotta know who you are |
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Little baby |
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Don't you go too far |
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You gotta know know who you are |
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Little baby don't |
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Little baby don't |
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Little baby don't |
