| I took a bite out of your shoulder
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| I took my own little piece of your pie
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| And you’re so good at sharing yourself
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| You let it just pass by
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| We clamored out through the underbrush
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| Into the sunbath «We could fry!» |
| you said
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| So lay down in the leaves, and pretend not to be
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| A real person--just a creeper, a creature
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| All we need to do is figure out if there’s something
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| Like a map or a compass
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| All we need to do is see a log or a ladder
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| Just something we can build from
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| So it seems, you said as the first drop fell on your nose
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| That I’m always the one to carry all the weight
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| I always fetch the water
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| So when is it your turn when do something for me?
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| Well I’ll tell you I’m sorry, I need somewhere to start
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| I care, I do, so let’s get up, get up!
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| So we went out at night in the rain
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| And it felt so good
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| With witch-like cries we heard the animals on their side
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| I’ll protect you I said I’ve got my knife and my wits
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| But this time, this time I can’t stop the creatures
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| The creepers, the creatures! |