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With our fingers we make million holes |
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We run and we fall into pot holes |
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On a mission to savor the world oooh |
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We peek at the sky through tree holes |
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Comet oh damn it |
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The comet comes hurtling down |
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On a precious plot of earth |
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Like the bugs in mother's flower bed |
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We walk on long legs over the sea bed |
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On our mission to save the world |
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We need milk and cakes and a warm bed |
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Comet oh damn it |
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The comet comes hurtling down |
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On a precious plot of earth |
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Grey leaves are too much for any mother to handle |
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A father must pull his black hat down over the eyes |
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