Theres a fox that plays outside my head.
He runs and he jumps
in and out of my bed.
Would it be alright if
I wanted you to stay?
Look at me just today, today.
Theres this fox with a pretty name,
but theres no way he can
ever, ever be tammed.
He runs free outside my head,
inside my bed.
What a crazy face,
what a pretty name.
Running, jumping, fleeing
this fox with a name.
Jumping, fleeing, running
outside my head, inside my bed.
What a name what a face
where is this unusual place ?
Near the edge of this
ever so green forest.
What a sky thats so far, far away.
Here lies this fox now.
He runs and he jumps and he flees.
He is always inside my head
out of my bed.
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