| Your parents told you that we don’t exist
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| Well, how in the world do you explain this?
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| We’re gonna eat you like we ate your neighbour Nathan
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| He tasted like waffles, gummy bears and turkey bacon
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| We’ll forge a letter in your handwriting to say
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| You hate your family so you ran away
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| Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep tight
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| (You're gonna get your beauty rest tonight)
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| Sleep, sleep, sleep tight
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| (You'll only think right in the morning light)
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| Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep tight
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| (Sweet dreams bring peace of mind)
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| Sleep, sleep, sleep tight
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| (Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep tight)
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| Whoopty freakin' doo, look who lost a tooth today, hey
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| You’ve done nothing but you expect to be paid
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| I bet you don’t even know what we do with the tooth
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| We grind it up and they put it in fast food
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| And the money that we leave behind isn’t even real
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| It’s printed on an ink jet, a counterfeit bill
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| You’re an old man, I’m the sand man
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| Your dreams are in my hands
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| And I can make you dream any dream that a man can
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| Be a front man for a blues band
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| Have a younger man’s prostate gland
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| Or make you show up naked for your final exam
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| But tonight I plan to transport you to an ancient land
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| Where you’ll rescue a maiden from an evil man’s hand
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| Fresh out of prison, looking for some stuff to lift
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| This time tomorrow it’ll be on Craig’s List
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| Psst!
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| Hey!
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| Shh!
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| What?
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| Shh!
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| Sorry
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| What’s that?
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| Do you think this would make me look fat?
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| Can you help me get this thing through the window?
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| It’s our ticket to the Antique’s Road Show
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| Uh-oh |