| They’ve been circling
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| They’ve been circling
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| Since the day they were born
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| It’s disturbing
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| How they’re circling
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| Fifty feet from the pond
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| Pretty often
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| Pretty often
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| I don’t want to be told
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| It’s a problem
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| It’s a problem
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| It’s a problem I know
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| And I won’t keep what I can’t catch in my bare hands without a net
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| It’s hard enough to walk on grass so conscious of the consequences
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| They’ve been jerking
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| They’ve been jerking
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| In a pail by the dock
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| I know that oxygen might
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| Make them blossom and die
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| But I’m not going to talk
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| Feed them details
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| Feed them emails
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| They’ll eventually grow
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| But it’s not working
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| It’s not working
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| Not as far as I know
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| And killing things is not so hard it’s hurting that’s the hardest part
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| And when the wizard gets to me I’m asking for a smaller heart
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| And I got you
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| I thought that I got you
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| Now I’ll ruin it all
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| Feeling helpless
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| Acting selfish
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| Being human and all
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| And they’re jumping
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| And they’re jumping
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| But they’ll never get out
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| Just keep touring
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| Just keep on ignoring
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| Be a good little trout
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| And the butcher stops and winds his watch and lays their lives down on the block
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| He raises up his hatchet and the big hand strikes a compromise
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| Wait, we’ll trade you
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| Wait
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| Please just one more day
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| And then we’ll go with no complaining
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| No complaining
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| No complaining
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| No complaining
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| Stop
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| Come
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| And they’re cutting
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| And they’re cutting
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| And I think that I know
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| And they’re gutting
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| And they’re gutting
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| And I think that I know
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| And it’s beating
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| Look, it’s beating
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| And I don’t want to know
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| And it’s beating
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| Look, it’s still beating
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| God, I don’t want to know
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| And killing things is not so hard
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| It’s hurting that’s the hardest part
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| And when the wizard gets to me
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| I’m asking for a smaller heart
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| And if he tells me «no»
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| I’ll hold my breath until I hit the floor
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| Eventually I know I’m doomed
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| To get what I am asking for
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| Now my heart is exactly the size
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| Of a six-sided die cut in half
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| Made of ruby red stained glass
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| Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
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| I’ll love you and I’ll make you laugh?
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| Now my heart is exactly the size
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| Of a six-sided die cut in half
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| Made of ruby red stained glass
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| Can I knock you unconscious as long as I promise
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| I’ll love you and I’ll make you laugh? |