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One Two Three Four Five


One, two, three, four and five

Everything must be done in perfect sets

Did I turn off the light?

Check again, again, again, again

Wash your hands

Wash them wash them wash them wash them

Brush brush brush brush brush

All colours lined up in order by the rainbow

And by shade

Or matching the box

Everything must be perfect

If not, who knows what will happen?

I could upset someone

And make them hate me

Or hurt someone I love

Why can’t it all make sense?

Why can’t it be right?

Why can’t it be perfect?

Why can’t I be perfect?

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