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In our little town in Ohio, there's a little boy who we all know. |
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He makes us smile, he makes us glad, we think good thoughts, can't make him mad. |
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No cars, no lights, no rights to choose. |
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He is our life, he makes the rules. |
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We keep our thoughts as pure as the driven snow or to the cornfield we will go - oh! |
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It's a good life! |
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We cannot sing, he hates the sound. |
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He reads our thoughts, than starts to frown. |
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He makes it snow - it's mid-July. |
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We just smile as our crops die. |
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How did it start, when will it end. |
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How long can we all just pretend. |
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Everything is perfect and serene. |
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Is this for real or just a dream - scream! |
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It's a good life! |
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He! he's the one, who's undone, everything we have lived for, evermore, slammed the door! |
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Why, are we weak, we must seek, a way to destroy all his lies, nullify, he must die! |
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We all agree, it's gone to long. |
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His power grows, he's much too strong. |
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How can we move, we live in fear. |
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He'll find us out when we draw near. |
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We need to act - we need a plan. |
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He must never live to be a man. |
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Think of all the things he then could do. |
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Who'll be the first to make the move - you? |
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It's a good life! |