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Peter upped the stakes, a tongue for battle. |
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Cisae came to play, then ran for cover. |
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But I don't know. |
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Just arrived home... |
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Soup is on the table, |
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Grilled cheese and campbells. |
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Fuel the troops for fighting. |
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I burnt my tongue, |
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but showed no sign of pain or fear. |
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Too much rain to fight today oh no. |
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Skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no. |
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We've got ground to stand today |
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and we won't stay indoors... |
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Chupacabra's on the wing. |
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Now come back down sir! |
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Bentley cleared his plate, |
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and then cleared Toto's |
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Put my faith in Bear and Bartok! |
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You can hide, but I'll smell it. |
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The stink of wet fur. |
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But you see I don't mind it. |
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You can hide but they'll find you. |
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My team of black birds. |
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You can hide, but they'll find you. |
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They'll see your tail behind the bush. |
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Well if we're picking teams. |
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Stuck with piggy and his shallow breathing. |
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Don't want him on my team. |
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No piggies, no piggies, (well smash that shit up). |
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I mean, if we're picking teams... |
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and if we take this battle to the water, |
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you'll be stripped of skin. |
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By the dancing otters (a cunning breed). |
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Do you feel that slime between your toes? |
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The screeching eels are singing. |
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"yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah" |
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They'll pull you down |
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and pluck your eyes |
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to eat them! |
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Too much rain to fight today oh no. |
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Skinned up knees and grassy stains oh no. |
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We've got ground to stand today |
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and we won't stay indoors for anyone! |
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Little lumps of earth under their nails. |
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Little pink round boys that smell like moss. |
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Escaping out the door before she could |
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protect their noses from the frost. |
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Little fingers on the trigger, |
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their little minds right on the cusp |
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of pointing guns at one another. |
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Tree trimmers starting at the trunk. |
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Atop the neighbors dogs we set our course for North. |
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My comrade dug his spurs too deep |
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the bastard bit of course. |
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But on the back of Scout he and I took the lead. |
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We burst forward in the night. |
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We were using hands as guns they pulled their fingers |
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back like they had bows. |
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They grabbed their chests like they'd been shot. |
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We chucked crab apples forth like they were bombs. |
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And through the neighbors lawns over the miles of hedges |
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we tear up flowers melting soundless in their filthy beds. |
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Scout's fur a mess of burs, my skin a swollen grey. |
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I patch his wounds up with my shirt and scrape the mud away. |
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Just beyond over the hill I see a pair of eyes. |
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our pace, just like the little mean red bouncing sphreres, it multiplies. |
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Just beyond, over the hill a glowing swarm of flies! |
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We point and shoot. Never ask why. |
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Tree fingers and trigger fingers alike |
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both agree that this is a war. |
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I'll be the dirt soldier. |
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Caught up in the great war. |
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I'll be the dirt soldier. |
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Sent off to... |
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Too much rain to fight today oh no. |
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Skinned up knees |
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and grassy stains oh no. |
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We've got ground to stand today. |
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and we wont stay indoors for anyone! |
