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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFantastic Pace
He was born in the first gradeHungry little lionSwallowed all he sawStill he's barely aliveHe was a colorful personBorn of some colorful peopleOpened up his mouthHe poured some colorful speechesHis home was a tar paper palette tyvek green housePumped into the cul de sac gravel housing his houseWhere living like the drinks are rivers, wells, creeks, oceans, baysEvery years we get a little older found in his ways"I hope he never growsGrows into nothing"He's not so well behavedWhat are we to doGet him to the digging get him over in the cornerGot a little place out in the crystal firesNo one wants you, no one wants you, no one wants youWhat are we to do? (x4)Starving empty stares pushed it down in the parking lotsThe valley, lake, cars and the riverbed hang outsA long way from the little lion in black full-body snow-suitsSnowshoe, goosebay and neighbors claims on empty lotsWhere guns and gold were goalsGiven up given his placeBelow all the giants growing up at fantastic pace
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