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Two frogs come up to the road |
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One says to the other, Toad |
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Hesitation is your friend |
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Not just to get to the end |
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Well I misunderstand |
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With the bread butter knife |
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Might as well take my life |
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The decision in my hand |
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My movements slow |
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My patience is wide |
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Might as well be a toad |
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With the bread in my mouth |
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Maybe someday you'll see |
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How to cross the road |
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Like a grown toad |
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Oh mama won't you blow your load |
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Oh mama won't you blow your |
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I can't see what I hide |
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I can't see what I hide |
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I don't know that I had |
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What I left off from before |
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I can't see what I need |
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I can't see what I might |
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I won't see what I don't want |
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'Cause I can't see what I hide |
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This fire breathes significance on this whole existence |
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With running eyes and burning feet to the cold distance |
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They'll never try, they'll never see from your point of reference |
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You'll make it again |
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You'll make it again |
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You'll make it again |
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You'll make it again |
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This fire breathes significance on this whole existence |
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With running eyes and burning feet to the cold distance |
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They'll never try, they'll never see from your point of reference |
