| If you could feel a thousand spiders crawling lightly
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| down your arm you’d never think that
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| After fifteen years of the windows taped up tightly
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| could prevent the sun from burning brightly.
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| Still we’d continue to play
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| never minding the way
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| the floor kept
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| on moving!
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| Some ones at the door!
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| It’s mom back from the store!
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| But she just left five minutes ago???
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| And if we go outside
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| I will seek and you can hide
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| But soon enough the boss will find us
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| both and if we dare
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| we can act like we don’t care
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| But steak and cookies always wins fair and square!
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| Well thank you, now come let’s go
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| Mother’s already begun to watch
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| My Life As A Dog.
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| Now that all the snails are sleeping in your Ovaltine
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| Choose your brother or your friends,
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| Now who’s it gonna be!
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| Not even the sunflowers,
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| monstrous as they seemed,
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| Towering high overhead,
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| could scare as much as she.
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| Mixing dead baby chickens
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| with white cake in the kitchen
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| It somehow never fails to paralyze.
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| It plagues just like the raindrops
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| tapping on the rooftops
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| And all the penguins that can’t remain
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| unshamed.
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| How dare you!
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| Now they’ve got to go
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| They will never get to see snow
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| Or grow old!
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| When I don’t recognize your face
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| in another place
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| You won’t even know my name
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| and we will have changed
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| So say that you’ll never want more
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| and I’ll close the door. |