I'm late, I'm late For a very important date, No time to say hello, Goodbye, I'm late, I'm late I'm late, I'm late and... And when I wave I lose all the time I save. My fuzzy ears and whiskers took me too much time to shave. I run and then I hop, hop, hop, I wish that I could fly. There's danger if I dare to stop and here's the reason why.
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