It's the third of July,
and the fireworks crackle.
Brave though I may try.
I think I'll stay in tonight.
Don't like pops or bangs,
stuff you don't normally hear.
In my marrow it pangs.
I think I'll stay in tonight.
You go have fun outside,
but close the door when you leave.
I've somewhere to hide.
I think I'll stay in tonight.
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