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Running From The Gingerbreadman
NH ( / London)

Running From The Gingerbreadman

Fields and meadows,
Pass me by,
I dodge in and out of trees,
God i wish i could fly.

Hes coming afterme,
with his candycane,
i run across roads,
And hop on a train.

Now i am away,
They may say i'm a winger,
But i'll know the enemy,
Of me is ginger.

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