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A little creature |
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Tea spoon-tall |
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But a good heart |
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And that's a start |
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Strolling around the park |
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You don't care |
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People can do |
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What ever they like |
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But everybody knows |
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You just live a day |
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But you don't want to hear |
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You say: spare me from all that talk |
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That the end is near |
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You think it's bad enough anyway |
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But is that nature's fault |
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You seal off your windows |
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Close all doors to outer space |
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You decide to cut all connections |
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To the disgrace ful human race |
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But like a mist they keep coming at you |
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All these human relations |
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It's just that your heart doesn't live that long |
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Instead it beats really fast |
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Some things weren't meant to last |
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But is that nature's fault |