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Well I'm standing here |
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Looking at you |
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What do I see? |
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I'm looking straight through you |
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It's so sad when you're young |
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To be told you're having fun |
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So unplug the jukebox |
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and do us all a favor |
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That music's lost its taste |
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so try another flavor |
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Antmusic |
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Well I'm standing here |
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What do I see? |
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A big nothing |
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threatening me |
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It's so sad when you're young |
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To be told you're having fun |
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So unplug the jukebox |
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and do us all a favor |
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That music's lost its taste |
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so try another flavor |
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Antmusic |
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Don't tread on an ant |
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He's done nothing to you |
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There might come a day |
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when he's treading on you! |
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Don't tread on an ant |
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You'll end up black and blue |
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Cut off his head |
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Legs come looking for you! |
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So unplug the jukebox |
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and do us all a favor |
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That music's lost its taste |
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so try another flavor |
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Antmusic |
