| One beautiful evening in the garden on Eden
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| A snake came walking in the twilight
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| He was leaning on his ivory cane
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| And he said, let me tell you a little secret about life
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| There’s a certain sharpness to a knife, or a diamond
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| Come here, Watch it glitter
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| Oh it’s another blue day in a nowhere place
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| We’re singin' hey, hey, nonny, hay
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| I’m a little teapot short and stout
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| Tip me over and pour me out
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| You know when the Egyptians built their steam trains
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| They didn’t have any fuel to burn — no wood, no trees anywhere
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| But they did have a lot of old mummy rags lying around
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| So the gathered up all the rags and burned them in their trains
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| Yeah, they burned their ancestors for fuel
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| Ooo, I’m a crocodile floating down the river
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| I’m a tree catching my own oranges as they fall from my head
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| I’m a little teapot short and stout
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| Tip me over and pour me out
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| And hello to all the people who sent me on the way
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| A pat on the back for you. |
| Have fun, it’s your moment now
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| It’s your turn to walk along the runway road
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| And me? |
| I sent my better self on ahead
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| Your attention, please
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| It’s like at the end of the play and all the actors come out
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| And they line up and they look at you…
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| And horrible things have happened to them during the play
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| And they stand there while you clap and now what?
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| What happens next?
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| And the fire dies and there were furious winds where he went
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| We’re singin' hey, hey, nonny, hey
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| We’re singin' hey, hey, nonny, hey
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| It’s another blue day in a nowhere place
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| We’re singin' hey, hey, nonny, hey
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| I’m a little teapot short and stout
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| Tip me over and pour me out
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| Oh beauty in all it’s forms
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| Funny how hatred can also be a beautiful thing
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| When it’s as sharp as a knife
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| As hard as a diamond
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| Perfect |