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I Can't Put My Finger on It
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[chanting]
Is it alive, does it writhe
Can it survive under the sun?
I can’t put my finger on it
Is it green, is it red
Is it alive or is it dead
I can’t put my finger on it
Scathe with a lathe
All the days in the past
I can’t put my finger on it
Is it brown, is it white
Is it really outta sight
I can’t put my finger on it
Do you know what I’m saying?
Do you know what I’m saying, people?
Can it squeal, does it squirm
If it’s fresh will it burn?
I can’t put my finger on it
Can it fly, will it try
If the wings are still wet?
I can’t put my finger on it
Can it heal, is it real
Can it feel the threads of time?
I can’t put my finger on it
Does it glow, will it shine
Does it leave a trail of slime
I can’t put my finger on it
I tell you one time...
Are you surprised when I touch the dwarf inside?
(repeat three times)
(repeat first verse)
Ha ha ha...oh yeah, oh yeah!
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