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Packing Father |
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Tin can shooter |
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Makes us ready |
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He lies in waiting |
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And I hope we find him |
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Before they find him |
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Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, |
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Oooooooh, |
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So I tell stories |
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Make my friends tick |
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They like me for it |
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So bring on the papers |
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'Cause we're ready for 'em |
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What makes us ready? |
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Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, |
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Oooooooh, |
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The sight of Brower |
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The taste of something |
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The thought of houses, |
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Rows of houses |
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The sight of Brower |
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The taste of something, |
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The thought of houses, |
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Rows of houses |
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Rows of houses |
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Rows... |
