Lyrics
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Completed points, a blot of spots;
a mural by a dot to dot;
A foot or two and then I see,
just what the dots were meant to be;
Oh, meant to be;
Again I scoot another foot,
and take an eyeful of a boot;
by now the dots are points of pride,
to catch a man amid full stride;
amid full stride;
From over here, the message is clear;
to spot a dot upon a snear;
A pretty lake, a handsome crowd,
a drip a drop, a fluffy cloud;
a fluffy cloud;
break
how funny one's perception is
to pick a point and call it his;
wow, wowahah, dot to dot
a fleeting chance at once to stay
atop a spot where children play,
where children play,
yeah,
well, it's a dot to dot!
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