Key |
Narrator |
Young Girl |
Lady |
Woman and/or Boy |
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The Fatal Turn |
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Round and Round and Round she goes |
and if she'll stop no human knows. |
Who it was who got her going |
we'll never have a way of knowing. |
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When I was but a little child, |
a tiny face that rarely smiled, |
I lived inside a giant world-- |
a giant house--a little girl. |
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'Twas curiosity, they say, |
that killed that cat the other day; |
But that old booger can't kill me |
cause I'm too smart--too smart you
see! |
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Death came close that one day, though, |
that one time many years ago. |
I only wanted to explore |
the world beyond that closet door. |
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The boogey man will get you yet |
if you don't watch your back, I bet! |
(Yeah! And monsters live under her
bed |
and voices talk outside her head!) |
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They taught me at a ripe, young age |
the story on my family's page; |
But no one told me that I knew, |
and what else could a child do? |
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She's too young to understand |
so hold your tongue and lend a hand. |
We've got to keep this this secret
bound |
and hide it where it won't be found. |
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As I grew I learned the way |
I was to think and do and say. |
I leared quite well, for I was smart |
and pure and innocent of heart. |
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Ollie! Ollie! Oxenfree! |
You can't hide anyting from me! |
If you wont' tell me here and now |
I'll find it all out anyhow! |
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The closet door was big and brown, |
the metal handle cold and round. |
While no one looked I picked the
lock... |
Nothing can explain my shock. |
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Beware the ghosts of time now past! |
Beware the fears that everlast! |
Innocence is hard to hold |
when evil stories we are told. |
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"Turn around and run
away!" |
I heard a voice inside me say |
"You know it's wrong, so
leave right now! |
You've got to go--I don't care how!" |
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You can run but you can't hide, |
we've got the whole world on our side |
You tell on us--we tell on you. |
There's nothing you can say or do. |
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As I was smart, I told my mind: |
'You run away, I'll stay behind. |
But leave me my intelligence |
so they won't realize you've gone
hence.' |
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Rip Van Winkle sleep away! |
For nine long years she went you're way! |
You were blessed to miss your life; |
you did not have to face the strife. |
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I fooled them all--the time went fast. |
I should have known it wouldn't last. |
My mind got sick of roaming free-- |
in time she came right back to me. |
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The 'prodigal son' just came back home, |
tired and hungry and alone. |
On one hand he's received with joy; |
but he's no longer known--this boy. |
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I'd gone so long without my mind |
I'd forgotten she left me behind. |
The fright she had brought back with
her |
can ne'er be told--in script or word. |
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Rain, why don't you go away? |
I know you'll come another day. |
Fate rules all and Fate don't die; |
there's nothing more to do but sigh. |
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A battle raged inside my head, |
though half my mind was mostly dead. |
My cold heart fought with my lost soul; |
myself tried hard to gain
control. |
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Knock, Knock...who's there?
No one's home! |
We've all gone off to romp and roam |
Come and join us if you like, |
just up a thumb and hitch a hike! |
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A happy ending I would give, |
if I had any life to live, |
But as it is I'm not quite sure. |
I'll leave it with a simple cure: |
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Peter Pan and pumpkin pie |
I know you are but what am I? |
Weebles wobble, they don't fall. |
I think it's time to end it all. |
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