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Corpse Bride - Remains of the Day (min version)

Original; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1qgmdVgN70&fea ture=related

Instrumental; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YU6zynRYLcw

~Bab ysitter~
Ooh, shut up and sit down,
I can stand it no more.
My ears almost fell off.
Now, can you hear the rain pour?
You can not do? Thats not a surprise.
Youre nagging and crying, listen to my advise!

Mute, mute, rest your voice.
Like the snail,
Or the tortoise.
Act like you are dead,
Act like youre asleep.
Please be quiet, you little creep!

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please!

~Boy~
But, why are you here, in my room?
Watch TV, its not my doom!
I am practising
My singing voice.
Sure, be in here, but it is your choice!

~Babysitter~
You dont understand,
Not at all.
It sounds like a cat, or me going into a wall!

Mute, mute, rest your voice.
Like the snail,
Or the tortoise.
Act like you are dead,
Act like youre asleep.
Please be quiet, you little creep!

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please!

~Boy~
So, You know, I
Could run away.
Youll get blamed!
Father, what will he say?

~Babysitter~
I do think, youre too afraid
Of the big, cruel world
And your own shade!

~Boy~
Im not a wimp
Im braver than you
I can prove it,
Scare you too!

~Babysitter~
Yeah, do you so if you want
Ill happily watch
Cause I know you cant!
Then Ill laugh, point and taunt!

And you?

~Boy~
Ill go out.

~Babysitter~
And then?

~Boy~
Take a knife and die.

~Babysitter~
And then?

~Boy~
Lie on the ground, covered.

~Babysitter~
With what?

~Boy~
With leaves, Anne. Green, red and yellow.

~Storyteller~

The boy walked outside, and Anne sat down.
After an hour, she worn a frown.
She went outside, to the big, old tree.
And then, guess what she did see?
A pile of leaves, and a bloody knife.
She began to dig.
The boy had taken his life!
She got afraid, what was this?
It was the one and only Chris.
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