Behind the counter stood on crutches made of wood
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A one-legged girl with blue-grey eyes, warm and wise.
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I fled from that place and from that lovely face
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That the one-legged girl stole my heart and I need help.
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Cold November morning, buried under trees.
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I would stay here all day long except I have to eat.
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Crack the woods, crack them open both with shovels and yells.
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Got to find little people, got to ask for their help.
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And I tell them
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If I could run fast, as fast as the Flash
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Or be as cool as Ash in Army of Darkness.
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If I were a Gai-King or maybe a Viking,
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Stronger than the Thing then I could win the one-legged girl.
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Getting close to nighttime, running out of steam.
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By now I know my familyĄŻs looking and theyĄŻll know right where IĄŻll be.
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Spy the eyes in the twilight, small and bright, warm and wise.
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Little hats, little fingers, and a flask full of wine.
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And IĄŻd tell them
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If my hand were wheels and if my feet were wheels
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Then I could roll over all of my rivals.
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If I could cast a spell or do something swell
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So that she could tell I was worth her attention.
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Arms drag me away.
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The little eyes wink out.
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Stuffed inside my pocket is a flask of wine.
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Now I can run as fast as the Flash
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Or be as cool as Ash in Army of Darkness.
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Now IĄŻll be a Gai-King or maybe a Viking,
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Stronger than the Thing.
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Now I can win the one-legged girl!
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One-Legged Girl
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| Pain (American Band) |
