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My eraser, my eraser
He helps me when my pencil goes astray
My eraser, my eraser
He always makes the bad stuff go away

I was drawing a picture of my teacher
With pointy teeth and great big giant ears
Before she could see what I was up to
My eraser made the whole thing disappear

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The question on the test in geography
Said, “What’s the capital of Texas?”
I wrote, “France”
My eraser knew that couldn’t be the answer
So he jumped right in and gave me a second chance

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He gets so worn down fixin’ my mistakes
I don’t know how much more of this he can take
I tell him I’m sorry for what I put him through
But then he looks at me and says, “It’s just what I was born to do!”

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So when you’re working on a puzzle or a novel
And things don’t go exactly as you planned
Just remember your old friend on the pencil’s other end
He’s always there to lend a helping hand

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