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Twelve hours since the exodus... |
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Streets are running red three blocks away. |
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They strapped the TV to the car. |
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They packed the microwave... |
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The DVDs, the fish cakes and the beer... |
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Knives and forks, garden shears... |
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But left me here... |
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Still I'll sing for you...sing for you |
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So pretty in my cage... |
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I will sing for you...I'll sing for you... |
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Be patient, it's a sad song... |
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When Captain Thunder claps his hands, |
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It's time for us to flee. |
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It doesn't matter what you're doing. |
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Never mind what's on TV. |
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Father spoke these words of wisdom |
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And we listened patiently. |
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But when it happened... |
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No one noticed me! |
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Still I'll sing for you...sing for you... |
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So pretty in this cage... |
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I will sing for you...I'll sing for you... |
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Be patient, it's a sad song... |
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Sing for you...sing for you |
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So precious in my cage... |
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I will sing for you...I'll sing for you |
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Be patient, it's a sad song... |
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Swear I heard the striking of a match, the rustle of a plastic bag |
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And wondered: Did they think of me? Were they back? |
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But here it's empty...only little me...neighbor's cat... |
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But I'll sing for you...sing for you... |
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So pretty in my cage... |
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I will sing for you...I'll sing for you... |
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Be patient, it's a sad song! |
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Sing for you...sing for you... |
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So precious in this cage... |
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I will sing for you...I'll sing for you... |
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Be patient, it's a sad song! |
