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Like father like son |
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Not flesh nor fish nor bone |
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A red rag hangs from an open mouth. |
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Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle, |
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A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go. |
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All the King's horses and all the King's men |
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Could never put a smile on that face. |
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He's a sly one, he's a shy one |
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Wouldn't you be too. |
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Scared to be left all on his own. |
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Hasn't a, hasn't a friend to play with, the Ugly Duckling |
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The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes. |
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All the while in perfect time |
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His tears are falling on the ground |
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BUT IF YOU DON'T STAND UP YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE. |
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Go a little faster now, you might get there in time. |
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Mirror mirror on the wall, |
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His heart was broken long before he ever came to you. |
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Stop your tears from falling, |
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The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night |
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All to see at night. |
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They come out at night |
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In season, out of season |
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What's the difference when you don't know the reason. |
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In one hand bread, the other a stone. |
| [03:16.10] |
The Hunter enters the forest. |
| [03:21.96] |
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman's horn |
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By the look of this one you've not got much to fear. |
| [03:33.35] |
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening |
| [03:38.90] |
Come to match my skill to yours. |
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Now listen here, listen to me, don't you run away now |
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I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you. |
| [03:55.24] |
Making noises my little furry friend would make |
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I'll trick him, then I'll kick him into my sack. |
| [04:05.21] |
You better watch out... You better watch out. |
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I've got you, I've got you, you'll never get away. |
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Walking home that night |
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The sack across my back, |
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The sound of sobbing on my shoulder. |
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When suddenly it stopped, |
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I opened up the sack, all that I had |
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A pool of bubbles and tears |
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JUST A POOL OF TEARS. |
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JUST A POOL OF TEARS. |
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All in all you are a very dying race |
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Placing trust upon a cruel world. |
| [05:33.32] |
You never had the things you thought you should have had |
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And you'll not get them now, |
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And all the while in perfect time |
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Your tears are falling on the ground. |
