| In a word to the wisdom tooth
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| To tell, or not the truth
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| So open up and say ahh-men
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| Rinse cup, then spit again
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| Forked tongue in double speak
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| Pretty soon you just might
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| Spring a leak
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| Inhale before you begin
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| Your iron lungs a bag of wind
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| Theres a fire in the hole
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| Fire in the hole
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| Theres a fire in the hole, fire
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| Sweet n sour, filiblister
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| Faucet pouring, fresh n bitter
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| Come on smile and say cheese
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| On a count of three
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| Got a mindful of decavities
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| Chew your words, lest you choke
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| You better watch your mouth
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| Wash it out with soap
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| Tongue tied in a tangled web
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| Your bile inside better left unsaid
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| Theres a fire in the hole
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| Fire in the hole
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| Theres a fire in the hole, fire
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| Rudder of ship, which sets the course
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| Does not the bit, bridle the horse
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| Great is the forest, set by a small flame
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| Like a tongue on fire, no one can tame |