Preschool Days

1-2-3-4, count 96 more
 And then come and find me
 Cause im hiding, baby
 Not in the closet or the door
 Or down in the playroom where we used to
 Play soccer and i'd grease the floor
 With lysol and love
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 Right now gotta get something straight
 I can count backwards and make the grades
 I will let you carry my books
 Thru those pre-school days
 Try to tag me in the laundry chute
 Where i'd grab your arm and come crashing down
 Like bmx racers over double jumps
 Those sentimental days plotting all the ways
 Throwing snowballs at innocent passing cars
 The last laugh was never ours
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 And i remember playing games
 Walking on bar stools with alias names
 And holding our breath, the floor a fiery
 Toxic death, baby
 And i would always get my sister straight
 Trash the dollhouse with ig-88
 And my han solo, in his hoth battle
 Gear clothes
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