| At the turn of the century I did many things to protect myself
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| I did many things to protect myself
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| I made myself a needle boy
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| And I hid him in the closet
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| And I made myself a money man
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| And I hid him underneath the mattress
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| And I made myself a spider child
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| And I put him in a matchbox
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| And I forged myself a golden statuette
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| And I wrapped him in a Hello magazine
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| And I hid him in a wall-safe
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| And finally I made myself a spade girl
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| And I put her in the garden shed
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| All to protect myself, you see
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| From the demon that was coming from the East
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| Or from the West
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| Then I sat on the rooftop and I waited
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| And when at last the demon came
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| From the East or from the West
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| And awoke me from my sleep
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| And awoke me to a particular point of view
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| Then the needle boy stuck him in the eye
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| And the money man chocked him with coins
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| The spider child bit him on the ankle
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| And the statuette crashed down upon his head
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| And the spade girl buried him underneath the house
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| And I danced on the rooftops
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| And I danced on the rooftops
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| And I danced to the western world
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| And I danced to the western world |