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Hello!
Let's play some music!
Follow me, me, me...
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
Let's make some noise with some pots and pans!
1, 2, 3, 4
5, 4, 3, 2
Where did you go? Where could you be?
I better find a way to write back home
I feel the flow of electricity
Better call before the fuse is blown (5, 4, 3, 2)
I am a little, an ex-po-lo-shee-ann
I am little, I am ex-po-lo-shee-ann
You once were told you once were free
I drew a map, my destination's unknown
Morticians faint whenever you breathe
I'll see the light before I'm buried and bones
I am a little, an ex-po-lo-shee-ann
I am a little, an ex-po-lo-shee-ann
I am a little, an ex-po-lo-shee-ann
I am little, I am ex-po-lo-shee-ann
Starlight blinding
I will go away
Same old rigamarole
I will explode
She's in my shadow; I avoid the street light
She loves her sweater; clothing is her birthright
She's heavy metal, moshing in the moonlight
She writes me letters, poetry keeps her up nights
She's in my shadow; I avoid the street light
She loves her sweater; clothing is her birthright
She's heavy metal, moshing in the moonlight
She writes me letters, poetry keeps her up nights
She's in my shadow; I avoid the street light
She loves her sweater; clothing is her birthright
She's heavy metal, moshing in the moonlight
She writes me letters, poetry keeps her up nights
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