| Weaving in his basket chair
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| Twist you round a lock of hair
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| Made of straw -- the wicker man
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| Made of straw -- I’ll blow your house down
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| Bishops falling from the windows
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| The lightening makes your hair stand on end
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| This dervish frenzy -- will make you run around
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| This dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
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| Blow the house down
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| Stretching a rubber band
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| Miracles trip our feet where we stand
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| Shift the ground -- caterpillar man
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| Crumbling castles in the sand
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| Blow the house down
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| Feebly we put our heads out of our foxy lairs
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| We feel the chill from the night scare
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| Standing in the storm -- waiting for the flash to crash
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| Counting seconds before we turn to ash
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| It’s getting nearer…
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| Blow the house down
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| This dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
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| Standing on the stairs that want to fall down
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| It’s getting nearer don’t turn your head around
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| Made of straw
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| A lighted match
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| Burn the house down
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| Weaving in his basket chair
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| Twist you round a lock of hair
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| Made of straw -- the wicker man
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| Made of straw -- I’ll blow your house down
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| Turn your head around
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| Pillars of salt watch as it all burns down
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| Down to the ground…
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| Blow the house down |