| Lost in a field of polka dots
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| Everybody wants to fall in love and forget themselves
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| Walls and curtains
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| Everything you’re frightened of is covered in polka dots
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| Swollen pumpkins, sweet potato phalluses
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| Nothing to be frightened of now
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| And all you wanna do is paint
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| Over everything you hate
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| To obliterate the adult world with your tiny spots
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| Walls and curtains
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| Everything you’re frightened of is covered in polka dots
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| Swollen pumpkins, sweet potato phalluses
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| Nothing to be frightened of now
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| There is a world of polka dots where everything disappears
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| You make the most beautiful things out of your fears
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| You’re not afraid to be afraid, I only wish I was too
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| But I’d be too afraid to dream the things you do
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| Holes, billions of tiny holes
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| Everybody knows that macaroni is evil
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| Walls and curtains
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| Everything you’re frightened of is covered in polka dots
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| Swollen pumpkins, sweet potato phalluses
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| Nothing to be frightened of now
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| There is a world of polka dots where everything disappears
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| You make the most beautiful things out of your fears
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| You’re not afraid to be afraid, I only wish I was too
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| But I’d be too afraid to dream the things you do
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| There is a world of polka dots where everything disappears
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| You make the most beautiful things out of your fears
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| You’re not afraid to be afraid, I only wish I was too
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| But I’d be too afraid to dream the things you do |