| Am I dimmer every day?
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| Am I just a little glimmer
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| Like a tiny bobbing head
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| Of an ocean swimmer?
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| Olly olly oxen free
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| Can you see me?
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| Do I slowly get erased
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| As I slowly eat my dinner?
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| Though my stomach might agree
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| I’m hardly getting thinner
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| Olly olly oxen free
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| Can you see me?
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| I would choose the darkest horse
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| That’s the horse I’d ride
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| The stables would be shadowy
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| And we’d start the race behind
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| They’d take their feet
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| And toss their hats
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| And yell out in surprise
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| You wouldn’t need binoculars
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| You’d see it with your own two eyes
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| Am I dimmer every day?
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| Am I shrinking, am I shrinking?
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| Can you recognize my thoughts?
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| Do you care what I am thinking?
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| Olly olly oxen free
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| Can you see me?
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| You see me now
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| But it takes a lot of squinting
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| And there isn’t any shade
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| And the sun is unrelenting
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| Olly olly oxen free
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| Can you see me?
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| I would choose the darkest horse
|
| That’s the horse I’d ride
|
| The stables would be shadowy
|
| And we’d start the race behind
|
| They’d take their feet
|
| And toss their hats
|
| And yell out in surprise
|
| You wouldn’t need binoculars
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| You’d see it with your own two eyes |