Get that nit comb through those strands,
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Naught point naught between the prongs,
Not short hair, but two feet long.
Look, they're dying, I think we're winning,
Eyes all bloodshot, red and stinging.
Don't be silly, don't start to whine,
Mummy's got to be cruel to be kind.
Crisis over! What do you think?
Still got to get rid of that terrible stink.
Back to school, back to civilization.
Ready to pick up another infestation!
To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,
To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
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Naught
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Laughter is a gift
It doesn't mean your fit
But it will soften any tension
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