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Gepetto - Belly

So he's lying on top again/Just like Gepetto and his doll. And he's running around again,/And I can't get him out of this house. And if you bore him,/You lose your soul to me. So that kid from the bad home/Came over to my house again, Decapitated all my dolls. And if you bore me,/You lose your soul to me. Hey Gepetto,/Where'd you put it? Oh Gepetto, poor boy. Hey Gepetto, where'd you put it? Oh Gepetto, poor boy. And if you bore him,/You're gonna lose your soul. Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to?/Oh Gepetto, poor boy. Hey Gepetto, where'd you get to?/Oh Gepetto, poor boy. Hey Gepetto, what'd you get me?/Oh Gepetto, poor boy. So he's lying on top again,/Just like Gepetto.

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