| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It was a finger instead of a song
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It was a finger instead of a song
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It didn’t stay too long
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| When I was having a party and wanted to hear a song
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| A disconnected finger appeared where it didn’t belong
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| It floated above the floor and wrote something on the wall
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| No one could read the writing so someone was called
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It was a finger instead of a song
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It didn’t stay too long
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| He said, my father was crazy with fingernails like claws
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| And that he ate grass with asses, then he paused
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| Then when he continued, he mumbled about his God
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| He said my days were numbered, so I started to nod
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| It’s late now, I’m alone, still thinking about what I saw
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| Something woke me up, a strange noise out in the hall
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| I hear it again
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It was a finger instead of a song
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| It didn’t stay too long
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| (Finger, it was a finger)
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| It was a finger instead of a song
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| (It was a finger, a magic finger)
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| It was a finger instead of a singer
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| (Magic finger, magic finger)
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| It was a finger instead of a song
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| (Magic finger, a magic finger)
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| It didn’t stay too long |