Silent

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I must be quiet, I must be quick
I must be silent, or he'll play a trick
I must ran fast, away away
Or he'll catch me, and make me play
The games he plays are mean and tough
An winning them is not enough
He'll start to want to have you too
And then there's nothing you can do
So run fast, so escape
And never let the silence break

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