It was getting to be difficult to walk
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She was always so close but never right on
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And the roads she chose to walk were narrow
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Alleys with names
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Hard to understand
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Her head was dangling back and forth
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She wished to lay it down
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But it would roll away
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So she put her foot down with care
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While she leaned on everybody
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So as not to fall
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And they told her
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The latest tattletales
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¡±I collect stuff like that, you¡¯ve got
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To have a thing or two to tell¡±.
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She said
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While her one lip fell down
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From her mouth
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She picked it up off the ground
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But, when she was to put it
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Back in place again,
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The lip would fit no more,
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The lip would fit no more¡¦
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She very rarely blinked her eyes
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'Cause it just might happen she would miss out on things
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So when she opened both her eyes up wide.
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They popped right out
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And rolled along
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To see just the things she
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Wanted to see
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¡±I collect stuff like that, you¡¯ve got
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To have a thing or two to tell¡±.
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She said
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While her one lip fell down
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From her mouth.
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She picked it up off the ground
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But, when she was to put it
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Back in place again,
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The lip would fit no more,
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The lip would fit no more¡¦
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She collects (stuff like that)
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Anja Garbarek |