| Oh please, don’t make fun of me
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| Of my crooked smile and my crowded teeth
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| Of my pigeon feet, of my knobby knees
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| Well, I got more problems than not
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| But I feel fine and I made up my mind
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| To live happily, feeling beautiful beneath the trees
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| Above a ground that’s solid at the core
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| Oh please, don’t make fun of me
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| Oh you know I get frightened so easily
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| When I’m all alone and the floorboards creak
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| It’s those noises in the dark
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| But I am alive and I made up my mind
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| To live fearlessly, running wild beneath the trees
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| Above a ground that’s solid at the core
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| Send my regards to the north my friends
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| I am built for the heat, I regret to admit
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| My fear of freezing keeps me on my feet
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| And so far my whole life’s one long lucky streak
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| They say you should take the credit when it comes
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| But I believe in haunted wood
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| Oh please, don’t make fun of me
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| Oh I’ll try my best to tell it like it is
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| But I’ll bite my tongue and I’ll close my lips
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| When nobody wants to hear it
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| But here we are and something about it doesn’t feel like an accident
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| We’re all looking for something to adore
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| And how to survive the bending and breaking
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| I’ve walked on two legs since I was a child
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| But when did I realize that some ways out
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| Past the horizon for thousands of miles
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| There are people like me, walking on legs like mine?
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| Coming closer and farther away
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| Coming to me and from my embrace
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| Hoping good comes from good
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| And good comes from bad anyway
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| Oh please, don’t make fun of me
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| With my heart of gold and my restless soul
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| Oh please, don’t make fun of me
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| This smile happens genuinely
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| If you want to see the world, you have to say goodbye
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| 'Cause a map does no good hanging on a wall
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| If you want to see the world, you have to say goodbye
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| 'Cause a map does no good hanging on a wall |