| When I was baby I looked like a pig
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| My nose a snout and my ears were too big
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| My mother would poke at the hole
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| At the back of my head where my brain was exposed
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| I didn’t know it then but never again
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| Would recapture those wonderful days
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| When I was a baby I fell down a well
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| I landed deep down in the furnace of hell
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| The devil would rock me to sleep
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| With stories of cities of ivory and gold
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| It took a long, long time before I could
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| Escape from that terrible hole
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| When I was a baby I lived in a crib
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| I crawled on floors and ate with a bib
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| But then I was taken away
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| And was sold to the circus for trinkets and beads
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| Now I lie awake at night and dream about
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| What I would do if I was ever set free |