| Break away break away
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| Blinkon and nod
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| Carelessly with matches play
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| Telling you youre odd
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| Foolishly he lets it burn
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| Aware of different shapes
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| And so he makes his hand a fist
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| And never looks at what he rapes
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| And who am I to say I dont understand it And if feeling better justifies the thrill
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| Whod be stupid enough to say it doesnt have to be that way
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| I will
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| Sing a song of sixty pence
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| For a pocket full of rye
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| And kill all that he represents
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| To ensure that he will die
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| Chase him from the public square
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| Or hang him from a tree
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| And tell his kind they best beware
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| Because hes different from me And who am I to say I dont understand it And if feeling better justifies the thrill
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| Whod be stupid enough to say it doesnt have to be that way
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| I will
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| Twinkle twinkle little star
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| We have you in our sights
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| Dangerous, we come this far
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| The serpent giggles with delight
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| The pigs head on a stick does grin
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| As we teeter on the brink
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| Hes singing you are all my children
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| My islands bigger than you think
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| And who am I to say I dont understand it And if feeling better justifies the thrill
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| Whod be stupid enough to say it doesnt have to be that way
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| I will
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| I will
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| I will
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| I will |