Straw can bury us
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We can carry the hay
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But straws can break
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Like the reasons for my behavior
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Straws mend
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And straws bend
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And dry ones catch like
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A secret worth never paid for
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Strong muscles
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My strong muscles
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Plowman, come and dig my farm
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It's only making my body sneeze
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Straw
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Straw can bury us
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We can carry us
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But you better jump right now
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Cause these brakes left some sparks
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And now the wagon's caught fire
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Let's jump up on the camel's back
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Not one straw there gonna break his back
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Not one straw there gonna break his back
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Just the weight of five short men
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Let's jump up on the camel's back
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Not one straw there gonna break his back
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Not one straw there gonna break his back
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Just the weight of six young men
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The Last Straw
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| Widespread Panic |
