the time has come for me to speak
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uh oh the time has come
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and while the silence picks on me
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I pray to not be dumb
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so I am hunting for the words
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just wait til I find some
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I need some syllables do you
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know where to get them from
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when I am in my house alone
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my speeches take a week
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but from my lips when you are near
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a sound will seldom leak
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when I was a little girl
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I coined a mighty text
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looking back I blush to hear
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what I'd come out with next
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is now the time for me to speak
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but what if they talk back
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o when I open up my beak
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I hope that I can quack
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and if I do look out beware
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the truth is hard to take
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A and everything for all I care
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can jump into a lake
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Speak
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| The Roches |
