| Did you ever sleep in a bear pit
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| With apple cores and mice along
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| Did you ever lay on ice and grit
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| Or search for a place where the wind was gone
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| Did you ever tramp up endless hills
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| Past cozy homes with secret beds
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| Did you ever dream of a suicide pill
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| And wake up cold to the smell of bread
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| Well I have slept there badly twice
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| And shared my straw with scratching mice
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| Although you will find some deep brown hair
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| I will tell you something for nothing
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| There is no bears in there (cache cache)
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| Not a single bear in there (cache cache)
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| Did you ever have to make a draw
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| For a hard wooden bench or a bed of stone
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| Did you ever jimmy a stable door
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| Or scare the horse to escape the snow
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| Did you ever invade a neat little yard
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| Wake up the children who hope for ghosts
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| Did you ever cause their dogs to bark
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| Their guests to curse their noisy hosts
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| Do not jump in expecting fun
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| Do not swagger in there with your elephant gun
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| Do not enter the cage with waving chairs
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| Cos I will tell you something for nothing
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| There is no bears in there (cache cache)
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| Not a single bear in there (cache cache)
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| Did you ever pass the police at work
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| And hope that they might take you in
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| Did you ever wonder why music hurts
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| When someone plays it aloof to sin
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| Did you ever believe that a smile could cure
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| A happy face keep you warm at night?
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| Were you ever fooled by laughter’s lure
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| Only to find that they laughed in spite?
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| Did you ever finally find a place
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| A soft warm bed in a room of flowers
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| And when you finally laid down your face
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| You found you slept for a hundred hours
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| A hundred hours
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| There is no bears in there (cache cache) |