| They say the story, hope it don’t bore ya,
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| About they day I was a horse,
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| He said I’ve been a mourning and a better be a comming,
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| And he changed into a horse.
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| Where’d he go?
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| I don’t know.
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| Whats he on?
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| Something strong.
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| Whats it?
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| Doing shit.
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| I think I’m on a muther fuckin trip.
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| He walks his house with a big bad mouth,
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| And he swallowed all my friends,
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| So I let him in and rescued the gang,
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| And he started up again,
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| He got kinda thinking and he started up a shaking,
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| And fell on the bed,
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| Forgot his swings how everything had changed,
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| Thought this might never end. |