Ah fed Vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia
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Til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer
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Sucked a chicken bone, tossed it in the corner
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Raisin up like Lazaurs, up, up from its cot
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An making for the door, now...
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Infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeag
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Stickin' sack an ol' Jack-Jack into its itchin-ten
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Oh! Don't ya linger! Ooh! Don't ya linger, now,
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Mah monster-piect...mah perfect-murder-machine
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Don't ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me
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Yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me.
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Call it, Call it Vixo. Call it Vee.
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ah all it, an it comes to me.
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Call it Vixo. Call it me
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March headlong into the heart of fear
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Ah will follow thee.
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What kept ya? Whaa? What kept ya?
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You get trouble? Sum'n go wrong?
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Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms.
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What you get?
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Tell me, what ya gone 'n' brung me from the hollow?
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Yeah! We're laughin'...but our laughter is shallow
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Ain't it funny...my childhood name is Sorrow.
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Vixo sighs, 'n' lays its head upon mah pillow.
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Call it. Call it Vixo. Call it Vee.
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Call it, an it comes to me.
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Vee...ah...Hex...Oh-oh, come crawl with me.
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Into the dark heart of despair
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Ah will not forsake thee.
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Listen...Instruction!
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Ditch it, Pitch it. Now hitch it up along the ridge
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Ya laughin b'neath the Sherriff's wheels
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That go screamin cross Hooper Bridge
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Skirt the out-skirts. Up mah back-stair. Ya sack all undone.
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Don't touch nothin! Water runnin in the tub
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Get there! and scrub ev'ry one.
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When ya STRUCK ya STRUCK!
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Ya struck a thousand crickets dumb
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Hooper-Hollow iced over then, all hush, hush
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In the cool midday sun
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Hush! Ah say Hush! Hu-u-u-ush!
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Sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself
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As they rope off the woods
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Watchin' all the good-people
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go beating the bush.
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Vixo
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Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |