| I’m sitting tight
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| I’m holding still
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| The flowers bite
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| The cobweb’s still
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| We walk in file
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| We stand in line
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| The drug is in
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| And we
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| Since you’ve been so lonely
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| Pain will cease to tease you
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| Scars may not be ugly
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| A doll’s leg fits around you
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| Why is everybody burning sky
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| Misfit plug and chicken pie
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| Walk in file and dance in line
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| Straightedge tango sequins shine
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| The ground is steady
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| The stiff is stiff
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| The cobweb’s torn
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| The tide is tired
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| You’re so alone
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| You’re so awake
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| You wish you’d never been awake
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| The knock goes off and the knock goes out
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| The city spills
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| There’s a
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| The sickness fills
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| When the night gets tough
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| You wish you’d never been so so so skinny
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| (walk in line dance in file)
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| Sicking all night and working all day
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| Spin with fright when you’re finding no way
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| And the drums get dark in night or day
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| Sicking all night and working all day
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| See my grandad go…
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| (walk in line dance in file)
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| Walk and dance in single file
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| Right up to the bread in here
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| Couldn’t find the bread in there
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| We couldn’t find the bread
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| And we couldn’t find the heart
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| And we worked so hard
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| We worked so heartbeat
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| If I look up there
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| If I look a fool
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| If I look up there
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| If I look a fool
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| Jack went up the
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| Jack came down the
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| Jack and Jill
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| Went up the hill
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| Jack came flying down the still
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| Jack what’re you doing Jack?
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| I don’t know — I’m back!
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| Oh no!
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| I told you not to put on those trousers
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| Don’t put on the trousers, don’t put on the trousers
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| Your dress is too starched
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| It’s too starched
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| You got a high class face today
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| You ought to have used nailpolish
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| Lights out fast and sleep at night
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| Lights out fast and sleep at night
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| Turn the light out
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| Get into bed
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| Cover yourself up
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| Your head
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| Your head
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| Your head
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| Your head! |