| Icicle, icicle, where are you going?
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| Where are you going?
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| Icicle, icicle, where are you going?
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| I have a hiding place when Spring marches in
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| Will you keep watch for me? |
| I hear them calling
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| Gonna lay down
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| Gonna lay down
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| Greeting the monster in our Easter dresses
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| Father says, «Bow your head like the Good Book says»
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| Well, I think the Good Book is missing some pages
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| Gonna lay down
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| Gonna lay down
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| And when my hand touches myself
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| I can finally rest my head
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| And when they say, «Take of his body»
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| I think I’ll take from mine instead
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| Getting off, getting off
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| While they’re all downstairs
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| Singing prayers, sing away
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| He’s in my pumpkin pj’s
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| Lay your book on my chest
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| Feel the word, feel the word
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| Feel the word, feel the word
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| Feel the word, feel it
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| I could have, I should have
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| I could have flown, you know?
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| I could have, I should have
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| I didn’t, so…
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| Icicle, icicle, where are you going?
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| I have a hiding place when Spring marches in
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| Will you keep watch for me? |
| I hear them calling
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| Gonna lay down
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| Gonna lay down
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| Lay down
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| I’m gonna lay down |