| Kidnapped!
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| I was kidnapped
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| I dreamed I was kidnapped
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| I dreamed I was kidnapped
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| By a guy with a moustache
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| And a chick with an eyepatch
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| Who thought they could trade me back
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| For some quick cash
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| But when they relayed the bargain
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| My family said, «We'll pay half that.»
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| The haggling went on for days
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| The days went on for weeks and weeks for years
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| Riding in the trunk was never fun
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| But soon I plum ran out of tears
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| They camped us in the woods, we cooked canned goods
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| They never threatened me with pain
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| They treated cops politely, driving nightly
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| Always using coded names
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| So if slowly I could trust them
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| Dare I say it even love them, who’s to blame?
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| I learned my alphabet and letterset
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| While setting up my latest ransom note
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| They got me correspondence classes, gave me glasses
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| Gave me dropcloths in the cold
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| My fondest memories are from my hostage crises
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| I know it’s strange
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| Although we got so close
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| You know they never even told me their real names |