When you get bored of beating your forehead
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At the door painted on the wall
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Listen, I'll probably spit on everything
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Let others gnaw on the iron nut.
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Chorus:
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I count to three:
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Let him be carried away, I never dreamed of him!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?!
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Mom, where am I?
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And there are some people nearby
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They walk around the world to touch,
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Touching faces with hands
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Climb with boots into the soul,
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And instead of sweet candy
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They thrust us an iron nut.
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Chorus:
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I count to three:
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Let him be carried away, I never dreamed of him!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I?
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losing
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They will call at night
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And then it's not easy to miss
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And for those who are deaf, and for those who do not want to look,
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How an iron nut crunches on your teeth.
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Chorus:
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I count to three:
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Let him be carried away, I never dreamed of him!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?!
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I, where did I go?
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Mom, where am I? |