Like father like son
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Not flesh nor fish nor bone
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A red rag hangs from an open mouth
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Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
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A tumbling and a bumbling he will go
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All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
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Could never put a smile on that face
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He’s a sly one, he’s a shy one, wouldn’t you be too?
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Scared to be left all on his own
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He hasn’t a, hasn’t a friend to play with the ugly duckling
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The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes
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And all the while in perfect time
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His tears are falling on the ground
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But if you don’t stand up, you don’t stand a chance
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You don’t stand a chance
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Go a little faster now
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You might get there in time
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Mirror mirror on the wall
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His heart was broken long before he ever came to you
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Stop your tears from falling
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The trail they leave is very clear for all to see at night
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All to see at night
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They come at night
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In season, out of season
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Oh, what’s the difference when you don’t know the reason
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In one hand bread, the other a stone
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The hunter enters the forest
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But all are not huntsmen who blow the huntsman’s horn
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And by the look of this one you’ve not got much to fear
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Here I am, I’m very fierce and fright’ning
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I come to match my skill to yours
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Now listen here, listen to me, don’t you run away now
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I am a friend, I’d really like to play with you
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Making noises my little furry friend would make
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I’ll trick him, then I’ll kick him into my sack
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You better watch out, you better watch out
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I’ve got you, I’ve got you
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You’ll never get away
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Walking home that night
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The sack across my back
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The sound of sobbing on my shoulder
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When suddenly it stopped
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I opened up the sack, all that I had
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A pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tears
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Just a pool of tears
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All in all you are a very dying race
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Placing trust upon a cruel world
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You never had the things you thought you should’ve had
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And you’ll not get them now
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And all the while in perfect time
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Your tears are falling on the ground |