ah fed Vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia
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til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer
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sucked a chicken bone, tossed it in the corner
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raisin up like Lazaurs, up, up from its cot
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an making for the door, now...
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infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeag
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stickin' sack an ol' Jack-Jack into its itchin-ten
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oh! don't ya linger! ooh! don't ya linger, now,
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mah monster-piect...mah perfect-murder-machine
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don't ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me
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yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me.
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call it, call it Vixo. call it Vee.
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ah all it, an it comes to me.
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call it Vixo. call it me
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march headlong into the heart of fear
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ah will follow thee.
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what kept ya? whaa? what kept ya?
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you get trouble? sum'n go wrong?
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Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms.
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what you get?
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tell me, what ya gone 'n' brung me from the hollow?
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yeah! we're laughin'...but our laughter is shallow
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ain't it funny...my childhood name is Sorrow.
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Vixo sighs, 'n' lays its head upon mah pillow.
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call it. call it Vixo. call it Vee.
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call it, an it comes to me.
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Vee...ah...Hex...oh-oh, come crawl with me.
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into the dark heart of despair
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ah will not forsake thee.
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listen...instruction!
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ditch it, pitch it. now hitch it up along the ridge
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ya laughin b'neath the Sherriff's wheels
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that go screamin cross Hooper Bridge
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skirt the out-skirts. up mah back-stair. ya sack all undone.
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don't touch nothin! water runnin in the tub
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get there! and scrub ev'ry one.
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when ya STRUCK ya STRUCK!
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ya struck a thousand crickets dumb
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Hooper-Hollow iced over then, all hush, hush
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in the cool midday sun
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hush! ah say hush! hu-u-u-ush!
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sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself
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as they rope off the woods
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watchin' all the good-people
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go beating the bush.
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VIXO
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