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You left a bad, bad sound in my mouth
From all the talk, talk, talkin' outloud
When Mama warned my not to peep out a sound
You made a bad, bad sound in her mouth
They left a big, big hole in our wall
And I was swinging like a wrecking ball
Oh how the world looks some 10 feet tall
Oh how I never meant to feel so small

There was green on the grass
There was blue in the sky
So high
I was sliding around
They were calling me down
Know why?

We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground
From all the stomp, stomp stompin around
We got lost and never would've been found
If we'd left a trail a trail of feet on the ground

You took the little bit of hell from my eyes
And it's all from being gluttoned in lies
While all the squeaky cleaners went somewhere high
All of us dirty birdies flew in the fire

There was green on the grass
There was blue in the sky
So high
I was sliding around
They were calling me down
Know why?
There was green on the grass
There was blue in the sky
So high
I was sliding around
They were calling me down
Know why?

They were calling me down
Know why?
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You left a bad, bad sound in my mouth
From all the talk, talk, talkin' outloud
When Mama warned my not to peep out a sound
You made a bad, bad sound in her mouth
They left a big, big hole in our wall
And I was swinging like a wrecking ball
Oh how the world looks some 10 feet tall
Oh how I never meant to feel so small

There was green on the grass
There was blue in the sky
So high
I was sliding around
They were calling me down
Know why?

We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground
From all the stomp, stomp stompin around
We got lost and never would've been found
If we'd left a trail a trail of feet on the ground

You took the little bit of hell from my eyes
And it's all from being gluttoned in lies
While all the squeaky cleaners went somewhere high
All of us dirty birdies flew in the fire

There was green on the grass
There was blue in the sky
So high
I was sliding around
They were calling me down
Know why?
There was green on the grass
There was blue in the sky
So high
I was sliding around
They were calling me down
Know why?

They were calling me down
Know why?
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Writer: Michael Scott Nau Jr.
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