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my sister had a nursery rhyme |
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set of figurines |
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she'd often let me play with them i'd |
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set 'em up in different scenes |
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fifty plastic army men, led by superman |
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destroyed the ranks of mother goose |
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mary and her little |
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lamb slips away and catches |
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sister getting real |
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and i can too, as long as i don't |
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make a sound |
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when we were real we were in love |
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with everone and everything, i guess it |
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was the beauty of |
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bluebird clears his throat of phlegm |
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and static singing operatic |
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evening comes, and the butterflies are |
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bats eat the spider that had saddled up |
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beside her |
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and the dish, his lovin' spoon were |
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never found |
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and i'm taking flight seeking relief, the |
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lure of handkerchief so white |
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i chase it straight into the ground |
