| Little tests and odd requests
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| Who loves, who loves, who the best?
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| Little tasks, no questions asked
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| The traitor is at last unmasked
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| Little ploys, search and destroy
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| Who brings, who brings, who more joy?
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| Little snipes and frequent gripes
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| Taken in by all the hype
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| We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy
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| We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride
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| We’re hiding our loss of identity
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| We’re keeping our secrets inside
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| Little tricks with walking sticks
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| Who gives, who gives, who more kicks?
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| Little smiles and wily wiles
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| Got your name down on our files
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| We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy
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| We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride
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| We’re hiding our loss of identity
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| We’re keeping our secrets inside
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| I have done this and that
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| I have been here and there
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| I have tasted the fruit of the coco de mer
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| I’ve devoted myself to a life without care
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| And when all’s said and done,
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| I’ve done more than my share
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| We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy
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| We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride
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| We’re hiding our loss of identity
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| We’re keeping our secrets inside
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| Little games we name no names
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| Who lost, who lost, who more aims?
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| Little snares caught unawares
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| The cupboard underneath the stairs
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| We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy
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| We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride
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| We’re hiding our loss of identity
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| We’re keeping our secrets inside |