| Cave Nick
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| Miscellaneous
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| Vixo
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| Ah fed Vixo on ev’ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia
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| Til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer
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| Sucked a chicken bone, tossed it in the corner
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| Raisin up like Lazaurs, up, up from its cot
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| An making for the door, now…
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| Infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeag
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| Stickin' sack an ol' Jack-Jack into its itchin-ten
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| Oh! |
| Don’t ya linger! |
| Ooh! |
| Don’t ya linger, now
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| Mah monster-piect…mah perfect-murder-machine
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| Don’t ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me
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| Yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me
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| Call it, Call it Vixo. |
| Call it Vee
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| Ah all it, an it comes to me
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| Call it Vixo. |
| Call it me
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| March headlong into the heart of fear
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| Ah will follow thee
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| What kept ya? |
| Whaa? |
| What kept ya?
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| You get trouble? |
| Sum’n go wrong?
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| Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms
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| What you get?
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| Tell me, what ya gone 'n' brung me from the hollow?
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| Yeah! |
| We’re laughin'…but our laughter is shallow
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| Ain’t it funny… my childhood name is Sorrow
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| Vixo sighs, 'n' lays its head upon mah pillow
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| Call it. |
| Call it Vixo. |
| Call it Vee
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| Call it, an it comes to me
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| Vee… ah…Hex…Oh-oh, come crawl with me
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| Into the dark heart of despair
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| Ah will not forsake thee
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| Listen… Instruction!
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| Ditch it, Pitch it. |
| Now hitch it up along the ridge
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| Ya laughin b’neath the Sherriff’s wheels
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| That go screamin cross Hooper Bridge
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| Skirt the out-skirts. |
| Up mah back-stair. |
| Ya sack all undone
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| Don’t touch nothin! |
| Water runnin in the tub
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| Get there! |
| and scrub ev’ry one
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| When ya STRUCK ya STRUCK!
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| Ya struck a thousand crickets dumb
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| Hooper-Hollow iced over then, all hush, hush
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| In the cool midday sun
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| Hush! |
| Ah say Hush! |
| Hu-u-u-ush!
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| Sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself
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| As they rope off the woods
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| Watchin' all the good-people
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| Go beating the bush |