| I could be a hare and I’d
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| Sneak into my private rivals
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| Dreaming I’m a burglar
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| Quick as any day in my
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| Fleeting little chest of hopefuls
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| Lost it to the burglars
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| I can be aware and yet
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| Maybe I’m the same like pirates
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| Likened to the burglars
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| Threat on any day and I’m
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| Hiding from the hare who’s also
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| Hiding from the burglars
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| I didn’t catch his name pow
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| Shot him on the range yow
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| 'Cause he was a burglar
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| Happens in the parks boohoo
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| Even in the old days
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| Stinking of the burglars
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| Happens in my home
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| I never see it coming
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| When I was young
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| We used to put
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| Alarms on our doors
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| And screens like a burglar net
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| Now that I’m older
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| I’m sure that’s absurd
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| That’s the word for the man
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| Who collects who’s he stealing from next
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| When I was young
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| My parents yelled
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| «Beware of the ivory man
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| That will steal and sell»
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| Now that I’m older
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| Those words are still pure
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| Not the look of a crook in his books
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| What’s he taking from you?
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| And worried peeps go on about it
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| Say a lot of changes better come
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| A pocket full of change is emptied by
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| A little gawky bright and bubbly bird
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| Lots of heroes out there thinking 'bout it
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| But minutes of their lives are ticking down
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| And bottles full of love are drunken by
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| A tricky trite and thirsty hungry bird
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| Blooming tips on tulip cones that
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| Don’t pay out they keep on growing
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| Costume thieves who never hand back
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| Half of what you end up owing
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| Has this town really gotten much better?
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| Are the burglars gonna keep on trying to meddle with it? |
| (x4)
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| Probably driving your car with someone
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| Close up your head cause they
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| Are they reading your letters
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| Come on pack up the bed for betters
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| (What you think you own, you don’t)
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| Stealing from the day
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| Didn’t take a second
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| Listened to a record
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| And they got away
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| Sneaky are the burglars
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| When I cross their way
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| Like a helpless chicken
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| Bones will soon be clinking
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| Wearing me for play
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| Bracelet on a burglar
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| Thought I was okay
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| Not as bad as some
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| Sunset on the slums
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| See another day
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| Happy are the burglars
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| Brush it all away
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| Or do I let it sink in?
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| Is it my ambition
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| Just to turn away?
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| Freedom for the burglars
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| What you think you own, you don’t
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| Watch out the burglars |