| A foot in the street and a foot in the gutter
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| That’s one foot in the morning rain
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| Just round the corner, a hole full of water
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| And hot dog, it’s a holiday
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| Splish splash in a pool of puddle
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| Don’t trip up on a tidal wave
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| You’ll crash in a murky muddle
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| Then you’ll know how it feels
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| To know you’re not real
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| Went for a walk and I climbed up a tower
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| It seemed like a thousand years
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| 'til I reached the top, oh, and I picked a flower
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| That grew through the stratosphere
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| Drop down to a cloud or jetstream
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| Don’t trip up on a weathervane
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| You’ll drown in a world or wet dream
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| Then you’ll know how it feels
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| To know you’re not real
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| I wrote a letter and I gave it to Jenny
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| I hoped for some return
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| Next time I saw her she gave me a penny
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| Wrapped up in a gummy worm
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| Run round in a field or meadow
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| Don’t trip up on a sugarcane
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| Fall down in a lazy shadow
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| Then you’ll know how it feels
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| To know you’re not real |