| Jingle jingle moon of rice
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| Time is a bag of fireflies
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| They chew you up
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| And put you out
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| Mother told me
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| Better watch out
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| Well, leaves are green and nuts are brown
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| They hang so tight, they won’t come down
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| Well, she was tied to a granite pole
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| By her merry merry sailor boy
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| Don’t tell me what you are into
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| Don’t tell me what you’re gonna do
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| Don’t tell me what you’ve seen before
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| Don’t say a word, I just want more
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| Like blind people feel things around
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| The sky went scarlet as a wound
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| She was naked by cuckoo square
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| On the spit of the rat catcher
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| Well memories weigh more than stone
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| Striking darkness like curtain torn
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| Mother naked, color radish
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| Jump up the picture on my dish
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| Don’t tell me what you are into
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| Don’t tell me what you’re gonna do
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| Don’t tell me what you’ve seen before
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| Don’t say a word, I just want more
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| Don’t tell me what is in your in mind
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| Don’t tell me what you got inside
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| Don’t tell me what to think again
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| Don’t say a word, just be my friend
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| Just be my friend, don’t say a word |