| Twee vole go dig your hole
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| Squish squirmies in your nose
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| Tree hairs in your eyes
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| You smile so super quiet
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| Free air you slip on
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| A cave edge, a black bowl
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| Breathing deep and slow
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| As your own splash echoes
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| You can’t run so you must hide
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| You won’t make it back this time
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| I sold your rope for a bucket
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| Of lemon peel, now suck it
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| So my friend our time is done
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| You and I could’ve had so much
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| With ropes for the bucket
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| Of luscious black gold nuggets, yeah…
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| Oh, vole where did you go?
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| Dim lanterns held by groans
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| Of beasties sad and tired
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| Lost in the muck and…
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| It’s all dank and gross
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| Slugs on shrooms bubble smoke
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| Through pipes and mondo rolls
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| Their fuzzy warbles drone
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| Mmmm, baby
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| Mmmm, baby
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| Mmmm, baby please
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| Don’t go
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| You can’t run so you must hide
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| You won’t make it back this time
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| I sold your rope for a bucket
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| Of lemon peel, now suck it
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| So my friend our time is done
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| You and I could’ve had so much
|
| With ropes for the buckets
|
| Of luscious black gold nuggets
|
| You can’t run so you must hide
|
| You won’t make it back this time
|
| I sold your rope for a bucket
|
| Of lemon peel, now suck it
|
| So my friend our time is done
|
| You and I could’ve had so much
|
| With ropes for the buckets
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| Of luscious black gold nuggets, yeah… |