You see, there's rules to being a narrator
But the most important is that one
It's kind of the grandmama of all the rules
You can't tell someone in the story anything
About where the story is going
Even if you know some juicy stuff
There's so much I want to say, but I can't interfere
And, boy, the plot's about to get good or will it?
In just a few, the story'll shift into gear
I can't say how, but wow, if I could, I'd spill it
Still, it's a secret
And I should keep it
So, I won't spoil it
But I can bleep it
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Bleep's gonna bleep and bleep will start bleeping
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Bleep and bleep, bleep and then the plots deepen
Of course there's a bleep when they bleep
And sorry, I don't mean to blurt
But bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep will bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep and so
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Whew! I bleeped myself so
And I didn't give anything away because I bleeped
So, good job, me
The guy with the paint's gonna whoops, I can't say
And Owen will soo...
No, can't tell ya, but hey
Family's destiny comes into play
Which leads to, well, let me just put it this way
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La-la-la-la, try this, you won't hear it
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It's ah, never mind, and there goes the rhyme scheme
But trust me, it's truly delish
I wish I could dish all the dirt
Too late, anyhow, 'cause the story starts now and so
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