| It was years ago, as a fully grown boy, I, was jumping in the street and I
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| Was clobbered by, a car into a window
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| That was when I saw, a game boy advance, S-P-, blue edition,
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| But my fa-mi-ly, can barely afford gold.
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| As I stared at him, into his eyes… he said, «Mom, mamaaa», as he held it in his
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| tiny hands…
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| I started running and I screamed, and, shoved him to the ground, took,
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| that GBA from he…
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| Got inside, my house, with a big, smelly han-dle, snuck past all my parentals
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| And then I blew my candle out.
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| As I pressed the boooton with my feenge, did not, know, what it’d, bring me…
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| Or what, its all a-bout…
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| And a little man appeared on screen, his, name was Mare-e-o, he sprints at fast
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| speeds such as my own…
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| Pressed another boooton and he jumped, I screamed when he disappeared, and,
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| I feared, he wouldn’t, come…
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| Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition
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| (You better back, away my friend)
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| You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition
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| (Not even from, my cold, dead hands)
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| The screen turned black, it had turned into a big, hole, «Is this a hole I see,
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| before me?»
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| And it echoed like a hole…
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| There was Mare-e-o, and his gra-phics were jumbled, realistic pores
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| And chapped, lips… and I tried, to change, it…
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| Then Mare-e-o he did not move, all, that he did was scream, and my skin turned
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| rotten and green…
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| I feared the worst, and so I, tossed, that, gameboy out the window, it came,
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| back again…
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| I snuck inside of the little boys room, I wanted to tell him that I was wrong
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| But when I turned the lights on, the room was full of people in black
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| I said, «Who the flip are you people? |
| Is that your boy there inside that box?»
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| A priest said, «Lower that box», then I sprinted towards the coffin
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| I yelled to free me of this curse, then Mare-e-o appeared, but then gaussian
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| blurred away
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| Appeared again, said learned my les-son, clicked his mustache, then I woke the
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| next day…
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| Just stay away, from my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition
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| (You better back, away my friend)
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| You can’t take away, my gameboy ad-vance, S, P, blue edition
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| (Not even from, my cold, dead hands) |