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Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie |
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Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie |
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The full moon is rising over dark waters |
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And the fools below are picking up sticks |
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And the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting |
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For the doctors to come back and tend to him |
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The Flat Earth |
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Society is meeting here today |
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Singing happy little lies |
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And the Bright |
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Ship Humana is sent far away |
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With grave determination, and no destination |
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Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie |
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Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie |
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Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water |
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And the whistling wind on a calm summer night |
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But you'd better believe that down in their quarters |
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The men are holding on for their dear lives |
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But the Flat |
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Earth Society is somewhere far away |
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With their candlesticks and compasses |
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And the Bright |
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Ship Humana is well on its way |
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With grave determination, and no destination |
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The Flat Earth |
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Society is meeting here today |
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Singing happy little lies |
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And the Bright |
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Ship Humana is well on its way |
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With grave determination, and no destination |
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Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie |
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Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie |
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Lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie... |
