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