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I wandered lonely as a geek |
[Grayman] |
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Though a nerd was there beside me |
[Francine] |
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Neither of us thought to speak |
[Grayman] |
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Though I sensed he did deride me |
[Francine] |
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I saw him curl his upper lip |
[Grayman] |
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When I suggested that we skip |
[Francine] |
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The dark fantastic 'neath the stars |
[Beefy] |
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While sniffing unwashed pickle jars |
[Helen Owly] |
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How drear the weather was that day |
[Francine] |
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I thought I should go mental |
[Grayman] |
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My fellow's face was ashen gray |
[Helen Owly] |
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As if gripped in torture dental |
[Francine] |
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A balm? I knew! - I popped a lid |
[Kansas Sam] |
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And offered him a pickled squid |
[Grayman] |
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Which looked, I thought, a bit like him |
[Francine] |
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Pale, rheumy-eyed and grim
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[Grayman]
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At this the poor chap looked quite ill |
[Beefy] |
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Though, in truth, he'd never looked well |
[Francine] |
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And staggered uo a nearby hill |
[Beefy] |
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Where he lay prostrate for a spell |
[Francine] |
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I ate the squid, the pickle too |
[Beefy] |
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Then bade farewell with "tootle-loo" |
[Francine] |
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I wandered lonely as before |
[Beefy] |
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No nerd was there beside me |
[Francine] |
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But a vacuum nature does abhor |
[archaeopteryx] |
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Please fill this void and guide me |
[Francine] |