| I was attacked by that rock over there
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| Somebody jumped out from one of the biggest parts
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| Ripped my feet off with their bare hands
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| I saw my tendance pulled out from my ankles like chewed up gum with a quarter
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| of the elasticity
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| This thing this person at most
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| Slipped my feet on over stumps and skipped on their way
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| Picking flowers and drinking rum
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| I crawled behind the biggest part of the rock
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| I sat and waited
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| My legs leaking
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| Foaming over like a shaken up soda
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| I heard foot steps clean crisp strong feet
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| Crunching over fresh leaves
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| I took my opportunity
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| I dove out off my knees
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| I couldn’t bare to look at their face
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| I went for their feet
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| I grabbed with both hands
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| First their left and then their right
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| And I pulled each as hard as I could
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| And they slid off
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| Like chews up gum
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| About an one eight of the elasticity
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| And I slid them over my stumps overjoyed
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| I skipped off picking flowers and drinking bourbon |