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A foot in the street and a foot in the gutter |
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That's one foot in the morning rain |
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Just round the corner, a hole full of water, |
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And hot dog, it's a holiday |
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Splish splash in a pool of puddle, |
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Don't trip up on a tidal wave |
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You'll crash in a murky muddle |
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Then you'll know how it feels |
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To know you're not real |
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Went for a walk and I climbed up a tower |
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It seemed like a thousand years |
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'til I reached the top, oh, and I picked a flower |
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That grew through the stratosphere |
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Drop down to a cloud or jetstream |
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Don't trip up on a weathervane |
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You'll drown in a world or wet dream |
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Then you'll know how it feels |
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To know you're not real |
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I wrote a letter and I gave it to Jenny |
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I hoped for some return |
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Next time I saw her she gave me a penny |
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Wrapped up in a gummy worm |
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Run round in a field or meadow |
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Don't trip up on a sugarcane |
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Fall down in a lazy shadow |
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Then you'll know how it feels |
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To know you're not real |
