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Sugar town yea has turned so sour |
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It's people angry in their sleep |
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There's more small town, oh paranoia |
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Sweepin' down its evil sheets |
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[Inaudible] |
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Give me the chance |
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I'll cut you down with a glance |
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With my small axe, so help me |
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Though I'm only one and though weak I'm strong |
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And if it comes to the crunch |
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Then I'm the woodcutter's son |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yea |
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You can tell yea, it's witching hour |
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You can feel the spirits rise |
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When the room, goes very quiet |
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Oh and there's hatred in their eyes |
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(Hatred) |
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Give me the chance |
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I'll cut you down with a glance |
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Yeh, with my small axe, so help me |
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Though I'm only one an' though weak I'm strong |
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And if it comes to the crunch |
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Then I'm the woodcutter's son |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone, yea |
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There's a silence when I enter |
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And a murmur, oh when I leave |
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You can see their jealous faces |
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Oh I can feel yea, the ice they breathe |
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(Ice they breathe) |
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Give me the chance |
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I'll cut you down with a glance |
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Yeh, with my small axe, so help me |
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Though I'm only one and though weak I'm strong |
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And if it comes to the crunch |
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Then I'm the woodcutter's son |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone |
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(So) |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone |
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(Yea) |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone |
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Cutting down the wood for the good of everyone |
