| The sick has returned to the dog again
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| The fog and the smog and the rumbling train
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| Don’t lift the lid of the box again!
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| I said don’t lift the lid of the box again!
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| And she falls from the see-saw
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| And there’s crystal carpets on the floor
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| And she falls from the see-saw
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| And there’s crystal carpets on the floor
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| And there is tap-tap-tap tapping on the door
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| The velvet drapes fall from the wall
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| I think I’ve seen that sign before
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| I think I’ve seen that sign before
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| And she falls from the see-saw
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| And there’s crystal carpets on the floor
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| And she falls from the see-saw
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| And there’s crystal carpets on the floor
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| The spider weaves and a bugle calls
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| The bugle weaves and the spider comes
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| The spider weaves and a bugle calls
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| Oh, the bugle weaves and the spider comes
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| And she falls from the see-saw
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| And there’s crystal carpets on the floor
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| And she falls from the see-saw
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| And there’s crystal carpets on the floor |