| Baby ballerina’s
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| Hiding somewhere in the corner
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| Where the shadow wraps around her
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| And our torches cannot find her
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| She will stay there till the morning
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| Crawl behind us as we are yawning
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| And she will leave our game
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| To never be the same
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| So grow tall sugarcane
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| Eat that soil, drink the rain
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| But know they’ll chase you if you play their little games
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| So run, run fast sugarcane
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| You see my peep-show booth is handy
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| There’s a one-way-only mirror
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| So I can dance here with my hair down
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| But I don’t see if you get bitter
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| And there’s a button right beside me
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| If I happen to want a wall to hide me
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| If only the ballerina had one too
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| So grow tall sugarcane
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| Eat that soil, drink the rain
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| But know they’ll chase you if you play their little games
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| So run, run fast sugarcane
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| Yeah you better run, run fast sugarcane
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| And she said always be afraid
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| Yeah you should always be afraid…
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| To grow tall sugarcane
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| Eat that soil, drink the rain
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| But know they’ll chase you if you play their little game
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| So run, run fast sugarcane
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| You you better run, run fast sugarcane |