| And I would go
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| And I would go everyday… almost to the sandbox
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| And…'cause I loved the sandbox so much
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| And…'cause I had my pail and my shovel
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| And, and my shovel
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| And I would play in my sandbox
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| And it would be so fun
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| And I would make mountains in the sand
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| And would have so much fun
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| And and, but one day I went to the sand box
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| And it was so sad
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| And I cried and I cried
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| Because someone took a dutie in my sandbox!
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| Some one took a dutie in my sand box!
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| And, and, and that was so bad
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| And, and, and, that was so bad
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| And that was so disgusting
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| And how could they do that?
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| And that was so bad
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| And I didn’t see it
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| And I sat… right down in it
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| And it felt swishy
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| And I got up and I cried and I cried and I cried
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| And… why didn’t they clean up after themselves?
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| Why didn they clean up the mess?
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| And. |
| and, and now my pants are dirty and
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| I’m crying
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| And I’m crying
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| And I’m crying
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| And I’m never going to the sand box again!
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| I’m never going to the sand box again!
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| And I hate everybody! |