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I'm tell my son to join a circus so that death is cheap And games are just another way of And I'm tell my son to be a prophet of mistakes Because for every there are half a million lies And I'm gonna lock my son up in a Till he to let his hair down far enough to climb outside
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When they do the double dutch, that's them When they do the double dutch, them dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, them dancing
When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the dutch, that's them dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing When they do the double dutch, that's dancing
When do the double dutch, that's them dancing