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Oh no! I am lacking |
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I want what I see. |
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You, fireball, have rolled away and shaded valleys. |
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So here I am the creekbed, |
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So here I feel my way in the dark |
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What wonder? |
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What treasure map? |
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What breaking of day? |
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What stream used to flow here, and now what dusty decay? |
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Let the flash flood begin. |
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Wash me down the canyon. |
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Quicksand pull me in! |
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Blow over me solar wind! |
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(La-da-da-da...) |
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You're vultures in trees. |
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I know you're out there |
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You're lanterns on lakes. |
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I know you're out there |
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You're soccer balls on knees, |
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And through your skirt I see, |
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Your legs gracefully, |
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I know you're out there |
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You're swaying and pleased |
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I know you're out there |
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You're vultures in trees, |
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I know you're out there |
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You're vultures in trees |
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I know you're out there |
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Your mountainous peaks |
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Don't let gravity win |
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Blow over me solar wind |
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I know you're out there |
