| So he would sulk and drink and mope
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| and cross his arms and hope to die.
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| And then a fairy came one night
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| to bring this sorry boy to life.
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| She pulled some strings,
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| spun him about, that boy sprang up,
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| and began to shout,
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| Ђњmy arms, my legs, my heart,
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| my face, they are alive"
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| And she would cry, Ђњliar, liar!
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| What have I done?
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| You’re no lover and I’m no fighter.Ђќ
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| The story goes on.
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| So he would buy her things and
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| kiss her hair to show he was for real.
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| And she would take those gifts and kisses,
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| though just stringing him along.
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| She knew about those wooden boys,
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| it’s an empty love to fill the void.
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| Pinocchio, oh boy how your nose has grown.
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| So he would cry, Ђњliar, liar!
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| I’ll prove it to you.Ђќ
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| But then it grew.
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| He had grown tired of her,
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| so it was true.
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| He left her apartment and
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| he walked all night long,
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| Ђ?til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
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| But still he walked on amongst the whales and the waves
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| and screamed, Ђњliar, liar!Ђќ
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| and his wooden body floated away.
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| He just drifted away.
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| And now I wonder how I was made.
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| Now I wonder how i was made.
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| My arms, my legs, my heart,
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| my face, my name is driftwood. |