Mr. Softie, walks down the street on his own Cries on command, lets everybody know
He lives inside his head He paints a picture clean But it's not what it seems
Mr Softie, sits in the back of the car Plays his friends, like deck of cards
He lives inside his head He paints a picture clean But it's not what it seems But it's not what it seems
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