You left a bad, bad sound in my mouth
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From all the talk-a, talk-a, talking out-louds
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When momma warned me not to peep out of sound
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You made a bad, bad sound in her mouth
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They left a big, big hole in our wall
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And always swinging like a wrecking ball
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Oh, how the world looks from ten feet tall
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Oh, how I never meant to feel so small
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There was green on the grass
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There was blue in the sky, so high
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And I was sliding around
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They were calling me down the way
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We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground
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From all the stomp, stomp, stomping around
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We got and would've never been found
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We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground
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We took a little bit of hell from the fire
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It burned us all for being gluttoning liars
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While all the squeaky cleaners went somewhere higher
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All of us dirty birdies flew in the fire
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There was green on the grass
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There was blue in the sky, so high
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And I was sliding around
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They were calling me down the way
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There was green on the grass
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There was blue in the sky, so high
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And I was sliding around
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They were calling me down the way
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They were calling me down the way
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Talking Out-Louds
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