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Feb 8
Wake up
Wake up
They are coming
They are coming

We don't have long, so get ready
There's no more room in your bag for teddy
You have to run fast, or the ships will get us
We don't have time, so stop your squealing and fuss

Get undercover, get underground
Lets just hope we don't get found
I love you dearly, and I hope you love me too
I'm going to take you for ice cream when this is through

Don't cry baby, I'm here for you dear
There's no need to be sad when your mothers here
This isn't the first time, nor is it the last
Maybe we won't get caught next time if we're fast
Written by
Henry Fry  16/M/Australia
(16/M/Australia)   
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