| Is it alive, does it writhe
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| Can it survive under the sun?
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Is it green, is it red
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| Is it alive or is it dead
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Scathe with a lathe
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| All the days in the past
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Is it brown, is it white
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| Is it really outta sight
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Can it squeal, does it squirm
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| If it’s fresh will it burn?
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Can it fly, will it try
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| If the wings are still wet?
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Can it heal, is it real
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| Can it feel the threads of time?
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Does it glow, will it shine
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| Does it leave a trail of slime
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| I can’t put my finger on it
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| Are you surprised when I
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| touch the dwarf inside?
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| (Repeat three times)
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| (Repeat first verse) |