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When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
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You're a toymaker's creation
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Trapped inside a crystal ball
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And whichever way he tilts it
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Know that we must be resilient
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We won't let them break our spirits
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As we sing this silly song
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When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city
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So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you
wanna fit in"
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So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
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Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the
words to this song
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When you've bungled all your bangles
And your loved ones have been mangled
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Listen to the jingle jangle
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Of my gypsy tambourine
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'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
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And the whole world's harmonizing
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So please children stop your crying
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And just sing along with me