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Chorus: |
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The cloud continues and the spot |
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Diminishes without even the |
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Hint of a glow. |
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Is glowing a continuous process |
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Or does the spot find its |
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Way out where it needs to be? |
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Spot the rot, oh spot the rot, |
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Oh spot the rot we say. |
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Spot the rot they tell the tot |
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while feeding him some say. |
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Spot the rot, oh spot the rot |
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and then you'll be okay. |
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Spot the rot, oh spot the rot, |
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but still you'd better pray. |
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Porcupine: |
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When Edweena made me mushrooms, |
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She ate the grate and ground the groom; |
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My mother made me eat boysenberries, |
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But my gracious sakes just ate me first. |
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Calling cards and polling wards are just too many... See? |
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Calling cards and winking bards are just a way to see. |
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Calling cards and winking bards are just the way to be? |
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Falling guards and winking bards are just a need today. |
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Falling guards and winking bards are just my needs. Okay? Okay? |
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Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!... |
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To show or |
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To be shown |
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Is a question never, never known not even by many to exist. |
