You knock at my door, meow the whole night
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And when I open up for you, you light.
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Looking for you, I climb each tree on my street,
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I run and run until I got soaked feet.
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Accept and you¡¯re gone and then staid in, soar.
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Lock my door and sit down by the fire place.
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But ones my bones are finally warm
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And my body has regained some strength,
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I know you¡¯ll knock again,
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Loud and persistently.
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I am tired, please, let me be.
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I am tired, you¡¯re no good for me.
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This dream has been dreamed.
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But this dream has been dreamed.
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I¡¯m a little mouse sitting under your table,
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Love another leftovers you¡¯re throwing down for me.
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I pick ¡®em up and treat each one as a pearl,
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I collect ¡®em and end ¡®em and set ¡®em in gallery.
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I suck on the bones of your chicken massala.
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I lick on your garbage bin, it¡¯s my treasure and that¡¯s the state you¡¯ll find me in.
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I am tired, please, let me be.
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I am tired, please, don¡¯t throw nothing more down for me.
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¡®cause that¡¯s, for sure, no good for me.
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Don¡¯t you treat me, don¡¯t you tell me,
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This dream has been dreamed.
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Don¡¯t you treat me, don¡¯t you tell me
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That this dream has been dreamed.
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Cat And Mouse
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| Lunik |
