Crawl up the back steps
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Up to the back door
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Reach up in the dark
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Turn the handle a little more
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Open up real slow
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So the door don't creak
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Look ahead and look behind
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Don't shuffle your feet
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They say he's crazy, they say he's gone
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We play our tricks, make up funny songs
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Sneaking around, feeling badly
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Sneaking up on Boo Radley
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Hear the caterpillar crawl
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Hear the bed bugs bite
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Hear the crickets scream
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All the sounds of the night
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Hear the sound of footprints
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On the ground I think I see
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Don't step on the lightning bugs
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Watch the crack in your knees
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They say he's crazy, they say he's gone
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We play our tricks, make up funny songs
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Sneaking around, feeling badly
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Sneaking up on Boo Radley
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They say he's funny, got a loose screw
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Stay away, he's a threat to you
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Give him a break, what do we know
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Might turn out we would like him so
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We fear what we just don't know
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I heard he served a long time ago
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Saw some things we'll never know
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We laugh and sneak around in the night
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Fun and games but I know it's not right
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Scared and fascinated
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Ignorant we castigate him
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Scared and fascinated
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Ignorant we flagellate him
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They say he's crazy, they say he's gone
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We play our tricks, make up funny songs
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Down the street, walking sadly
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My little sister, loves him madly
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Feeling like the Man From Gladly
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Sneaking up on Boo Radley
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Sneaking Up On Boo Radley
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| Bruce Hornsby |
