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Fiddler's Green

Mr. Tickle

 

Mr. Tickle

(álbum: Devil's Dozen - 2016)


Oh, Mr. Tickle, what did you feel
When you stretch out your fingers after me?
Oh, Mr. Greedy, what's wrong with you?
You're eating all day long, is it all that you do?

(Ah-ha-ah)
(Ah-ha-ah)

Oh, Mr. Bump, tell me all about the tree
When you feel into the river were you finally free?
Oh, Mr. Bounce, you've been lost and found
Seems that never again will you touch the ground

You know that something's not right
When you try to be the kite
In a big world full of beauty
Where clouds are passing by
In childish days gone by
We were flying ten feet high
In a small world full of beauty
And some of us still try

Oh, Mr. Grumpy, how was your day?
You're the one that makes every smile fade away
Oh, Mr. Jelly, better count to ten
Fear the snapping of a twig, nevermore again

Oh, Mr. No, always disagrees
With everyone and everything, you will see
Oh, Mr. Brave, will I see you up there?
With your yellow nose floating high in mid air

Something's not right
When you try to be the kite
In a big world full of beauty
Where clouds are passing by
In childish days gone by
We were flying ten feet high
In a small world full of beauty
And some of us still try

(Ah-ha-ah)
(Ah-ha-ah)
(Ah-ha-ah)
(Ah-ha-ah)

You know that something's not right
When you try to be the kite
In a big world full of beauty
Where clouds are passing by
In childish days gone by
We were flying ten feet high
In a small world full of beauty
And some of us still try

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