With a donkey on my shoulder
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and a jackal on my back
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I'll carry these, my children,
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keep them safe from attack
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The donkey makes it hard to dance
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and the jackal sings too loud
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Little donkey's getting restless,
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getting heavier as it grows
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And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
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keeps biting at my nose
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I would have a lover
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a husband and a child
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But the donkey is too jealous
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and the jackal is too wild
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Oh, is too wild
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You ask me why I keep them, oh
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Why I love them so
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Why they get away with murder as they grow and grow and grow
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You ask me why I keep them, oh, oh
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Why I love them so
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Why they get away with murder as they grow and grow
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I keep them 'cause I made them
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They come from in my heart
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With each mistake I make, created and torn apart
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And when it's time to feed them,
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before they go to bed,
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I give them my confessions baked within their bread
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And as they sleep,
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tucked up tight,
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the donkey and the jackal, they snort and snuffle in the night.
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Woah
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Little donkey's getting restless,
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getting heavier as it grows
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And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
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keeps biting at my nose
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Little Donkey
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Florence + The Machine |