| In a box, in a box
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| How I wish, I could think
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| Outside of this box
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| There’s a fox
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| There’s a fox
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| In a box, in a box
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| I am one with the rocks
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| And I know just how
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| To rock you out of your socks
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| In a dream, in a dream
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| I was sitting by a tree
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| And I was counting all
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| The apples and the oranges
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| For me
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| By the sea, by the sea
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| I was waiting for a wave
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| So I shouted and I cursed
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| But all I got was rain
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| And I am standing on the edge
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| My friend
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| I am standing on the edge of it all
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| In a box, in a box
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| There’s a man with a clock
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| And he’s counting all the seconds
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| Til the curtains drop
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| Well the lions chase the bison
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| And glasses are all rising
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| And the guest are looking handsome
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| For this lovely soiree
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| On a chair with a bear
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| There’s a naked little hare
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| And they’re reminiscing all about
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| The melancholic days
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| Now I know now in know
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| Just how this story goes
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| It’s a twisted little tale
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| That I’d rather not know
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| And I am standing on the edge
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| My friend
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| I am standing on the edge of it all |