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One day he was admiring his reflection |
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in his favorite mirror |
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When he realised all too clearly |
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what a freakin' old beasty man he was |
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Who is? you is, you is now son |
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I took to hiding, I took to hiding |
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I took to hiding, hiding strange things |
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I took to dribbling, we took to dribbing down my front |
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I starting running, I starting running on the spot |
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Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat your |
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Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat ya |
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We're all food, your cake |
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We're all the food, your weirdos' cream |
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Quick quick, fast fast, quick quick, fast fast |
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I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front |
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You took to hiding, you took to hiding strange things |
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One day she was touching her reflection |
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in her favorite mirror |
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when she relised all to clearly |
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what a freakin' old weirdo she was |
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Who was? She was, she is... |
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fast fast, quick quick, quick quick, fast fast |
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She took to hiding, she took to hiding strange things |
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I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front |
