| O! |
| I’m gonna get you in the end!
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| Getcha! |
| Getcha! |
| Getcha!
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| Our father which art in heaven.
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| Hallowed be thy name.
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| Thy kingdom come.
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| Thy will be done as on Earth
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| As it is in Heaven.
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| O in heaven.
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| And lead us not into temptation.
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| But deliver us from evil.
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| For thyne is the kingdom,
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| Power and the glory
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| Forever and ever amen.
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| Fury, chastity, burden,
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| Sacrifice, claim me guilty.
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| Burt white skin.
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| Running red, red on white,
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| Judge, icon, icon,
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| I am gonna getcha.
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| Revenge, revenge,
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| Never talk blabber to me.
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| Red running revenge.
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| Revenge getcha getcha getcha revenge
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| Never talk blabber to me.
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| Shalalalala… O no… no…
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| A knock knock knocking
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| Knock knock knocking on heaven’s door.
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| Let me in! |
| O let me in!
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| La La La Woo-oo-oo!
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| Who’s that knocking on my door?
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| He floats like a butterfly,
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| Stings like a bee;
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| Floats like a butterfly but he
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| Stings like a bee.
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| Yedelay shedelay.
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| Ding-a-ling-a-ling.
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| Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-fucking-ding
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| On the door, on heaven’s door.
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| Bawk bawk bawk
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| Bawk bawk bawk BAWK!
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| Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk BAWK!
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| My little chickadee, carry on.
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| Carry on.
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| Our father which art in heaven.
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| Hallowed be thy name.
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| Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
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| As on Earth as it is in heaven.
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| In heaven.
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| Ahhh! |
| Ah! |
| Ah!
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| I’m gonna getcha in the end!
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| Getcha, I’m gonna getcha.
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| To me — talk blabber
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| I’ll getcha.
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| When you’re clever
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| I’ll getcha in the end.
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| I’ll get you in the end.
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| O! |
| O! |
| Shake it, shake it, baby,
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| Shake it, shake it, baby, now.
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| Twist and shout! |
| Ow!
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| A knife, a fork, a bottle, and a cork
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| That’s the way you spell New York.
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| Yodelay-hee-he!
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| Yedelay-hee-hee!
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| Yodelay-yodelay-yodelay-hee-hee!
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| Yodelay-yodelay-yodelay-hee-hee!
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| Tomorrow belongs to me.
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| Let me open it.
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| Let me open it.
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| Don’t take it away from me.
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| La-de-la-de-la-de-lalalala…
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| Sick it hard.
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| Holy cow. |
| Holy cow.
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| Well shake it, shake it baby
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| Shake it, shake it, baby, now.
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| O, you twist little girl,
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| You know you twist so fine,
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| C’mon and twist a little closer
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| And let me know that you’re mine.
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| O let me know that you’re mine.
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| Mine, mine, mine, mine.
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| Our father which art in heaven.
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| Hallowed be thy name.
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| Ah-thy-a-king-a-dom-a-come
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| A-thy-a-will-a-be-a-done on Earth
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| As it is in heaven. |
| Heaven.
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| Running red, running red, red on white.
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| Running red. |
| Red over white.
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| Run, run, run, run, run-a, run-a,
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| Run-a, run-a, run, run, run, run-a,
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| Run-a, run-a, run and hide.
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| Run and hide.
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| You’ll never frighten me.
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| Run and hide.
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| You can hide all you like.
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| Run and hide.
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| Leave me alone.
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| So run and hide.
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| But I’ll get your hide.
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| Run and hide.
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| I’ll have your hide.
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| O-Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha!
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| Will I get to heaven?
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| This is all wonderful
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| But will I get to heaven?
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| Will all god’s children get to heaven?
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| If you’re good — if you’re good
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| No you’ll never get to heaven
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| Not even if you’re good
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| There’s never ever been a heaven.
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| There’s never ever been a heaven.
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| On Earth as it is in heaven.
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| On Earth as it is in heaven.
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| That’s what it says.
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| No heaven is Earth
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| Earth as it is in heaven.
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| On Earth as it is in heaven.
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| On Earth as it is in heaven.
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| On Earth as it is in heaven.
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| Run and hide.
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| No escape.
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| Run and hide.
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| You do-gooders will never get to heaven.
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| You do-gooders will never get to heaven.
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| Still safe in your
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| Still safe in your house
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| O god — but you’ll never
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| You’ll never, never, ever get to heaven.
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| You’ll never climb the ladder to heaven.
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| So just shake it, shake it, shake it,
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| Shake it baby — and twist and shout.
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| Our father which art in heaven.
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| Hallowed be thy name.
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| Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.
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| This prayer goes on and on |