Would you tear down that house if I came looking for the boy?
If I came looking for the boy, would you lead him to the woods?
If you lead him to the woods, he would cry out my name.
If he cried out my name, would you slap a hand to his mouth?
With your hand against he mouth, he would stare up into your eyes,
He’d stare into your eyes; he’d remember all you said.
He’d remember all you said about all the things I’d done.
Knowing all the things I’d done, he’d go limp as a doll.
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