| Run, run, fast as you can you can
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| You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man
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| Run, run, fast as you can you can
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| You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man
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| Buddy didn’t say I’m sorry
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| Buddy didn’t ask to be excused
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| Buddy didn’t beg your pardon
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| When he steps on you
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| He leaves too much fat on these t-bones
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| Jerk
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| I know he’s gonna leave without cleaning up again
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| He knows I’ll do it
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| Damn this knife is dull
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| I know I just sharpened it yesterday
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| I know he used it
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| He knows it’s my favorite knife
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| It’s not supposed to be this way
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| Everyone says that if you come back
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| It’s better than it was before
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| But, but it’s no different
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| And what about the light? |
| — what about the blue light?
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| There’s supposed to be a beautiful blue light
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| But all I saw was eels
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| Eels squirming everywhere
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| And life doesn’t have any more meaning
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| only Buddy
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| It should have been him
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| And he should, should have stayed there with the eels
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| And, and, and all I can think about are his hands
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| His hands and how they look graceful and strong and, and, and sensitive
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| As they slice a section of rump roast
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| Or, or split the hindquarters of a lamb
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| And all I can think about are those same hands
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| How they must caress the face of his wife
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| And tie the shoe laces of his children
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| And, and
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| I can’t stop
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| I can’t stop
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| I can’t stop |