Holiday Lyrics

my sleeping toys are ready for another kick
they'll get some glue, some paste and a string
and soon it runs in my head
slowly I feel like a dunce...on holyday
my sleeping book is ruined under the rain
I'll get some glue, some paste and a mare

my hand is close to that figure
slowly I feel like a dunce... on holyday chasing a flee with a charming solid knife
nails in the sand stuck to my feet
my clock is gone the weather rides a bike
a stab a nudge staight to my chops
and now it runs in my head
slowly I feel like dunce... on holyday
on holyday

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