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Feeling like a crayon
(I'm gonna be) look out
I can't move a muscle
Gotta get me out
Feeling like a crayon
Caught up in the crowd
While my friend the Cheeto
Is eaten by a mouth
Feeling like a crayon
Caught up in the crowd
I can't move a muscle
Gotta get me out
Can't get out
Can't get out
I can't get out
Feeling like a crayon
Want to meet the crowd
While my friend the Cheeto
Is eaten by a mouse
Gonna pick a mattress
Of a sofa sleeper
Gonna swear to make up
I'm falling
deeper and deeper
Can't get out
Can't get out
I can't get out