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Lying on cotton sheets, you wish they were silk |
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If you can't get cream, settle for milk |
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Everything you touch seems to shatter |
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Egg shells and newsprint torn and tattered |
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There's a little boy with an arrow you're so scared of |
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You shot the cherub |
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You finally got your sea legs on a sinking ship |
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Put your while elephant to sleep, eat your blue chip |
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There's a little boy with an arrow you're so scared of |
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You shot the cherub |
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It's what it is and what it's not |
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Keep your guard up, get your shots |
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Take off your rose-colored glasses |
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Your Sunday school classes are free |
