Long ago
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When mercury descended high on the moon
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Far below
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When little hands are making shapes in the room
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The shadows they dance
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And they cheer up this place
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The face
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That's staring through the tiny crack in the door
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Eyes so wide
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He's never seen a women fall on the floor
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I swear daddy's killed her this time
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Should I make a rocket
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Should I try to fly away
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Should I make a hammer
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Should I try to smash his face
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Should I make a bullet
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Should I try to shoot the gun
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I'm sure the judge will let me off real soon
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Long ago
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When saturn tried to find a way past the sun
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Deep inside
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A little boy is turning pain into fun
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The pencils, the crayons, the paint colors run
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The plans
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Are forming slowly made with scissors and glue
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Eyes so wide
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He's telling mommy all the things he can do
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He'll sketch a contraption to save them for sure
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He can draw an alien
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He can come and take them home
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He can draw a cartoon
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He can draw a safety hatch
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He can draw a hot bath
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He can plug a toaster in
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And wait till daddy's nice and warm
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Toss it in
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And then when he's gone
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There's a neverland of fun
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Take a loaded gun
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Take a shot of rum
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Take the poison away
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There's a lesson in that
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No more cosing fists
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No more face to hit
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No more bloody nose
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Or apologetic roses
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Long ago
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When mercury descended high on the moon
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Shoulda made a rocket
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Shoulda tried to fly away
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When little hands are making shapes in the room
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The shadows they dance
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Should I make a hammer
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Should I try to smash his face
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Long ago
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When I sat and try to find a way past the sun
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Deep inside
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Should I draw a cartoon
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Should I draw an alien
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A little boy is turning pain into fun
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Should I draw a hot bath
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Should I a toaster in
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Neverland
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| Darren Hayes |
