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I slip away
I slipped on a little white lie
We've got heads on sticks
And you've got ventriloquists
We've got heads on sticks
And you've got ventriloquists
Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows, at the end of my bed
The rats and the children follow me out of town
Rats and children, follow me out of their homes
Come on, kids
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