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Sapped and stupid |
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I lie upon the stones and |
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I swoonsDarling little dandelions, done their thing |
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They've changed from suns into moons |
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The dragons roam the shopping malls |
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I hear they're gonna eat our guts |
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If I had the strength |
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I might pick up my sword |
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And make some attempt to resist |
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Get ready to shield yourself |
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Grab your sap and your heaters |
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Get ready to shield yourself |
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On the night of the lotus eaters |
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Hmm, don't you love my baby? |
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Hmm, and don't you love my baby anymore? |
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They gilded my scales, they fish bowled me |
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And they toured me round the old aquariums |
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They come in their hordes to tap at the glass |
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The Philistines and the barbarians |
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I like floating here, it's nice |
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They've hung seaweed around my hips |
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And I do the hula for the hungry ones |
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With the lames, all throw me tips |
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Get ready to shield yourself |
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Grab your sap and your heaters |
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Get ready to shield yourself |
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On the night of the lotus eaters |
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Hmm, don't you love my baby? |
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Hmm, and don't you love my baby anymore? |
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Get ready to shield yourself |
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From our catastrophic leaders |
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Get ready to shield yourself |
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Grab your sap and your heaters |
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On the night of the lotus eaters |
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On the night of the lotus eaters |
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And now hit the streets |
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Now hit the streets |
