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When I was a little boy |
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I looked under the stairs |
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The king and the pawns |
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Were caught unawares |
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Standing in the shadows |
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A whisperer to be |
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Just fishing in the darkness |
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Of possibilities |
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Just |
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Look |
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At you run |
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Yeaaaaah |
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Look at you run |
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Yeah |
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Ooooh |
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Look at you run |
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Among such style and grace |
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Our highest hopes |
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None standing still |
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The running joke |
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Where goes the warm embrace it fades |
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Without return |
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That lives to slip through fingertips and burn |
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Just |
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Look |
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At you run |
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Ooooooh |
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Look at you run |
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Ooooooh |
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Look at you run |
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Ooooooh |
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Look at you run |
