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Dark seance of winter's frost speaking with the dead
while holding hands feeling knuckles of the bones,
daddy's going to buy you a Jack-in-the-Box,
with windup spring that sings.

And if that Jack-in-the-Box don't sing,
daddy going to buy angel wings. 

While holding hands feeling knuckles of the bones
daddy's going to buy you a new cellphone,
and if that phone don't ring,
daddy will buy a tambourine.

And speaking of winter's frost calling with a cough,
daddy's going to buy you an ice cream cone,
so cold that you could scream,
at your farewell party. 

And if that tambourine don't bing,
daddy going to buy angel wings.

 

 

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