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The beam bridge, seeming to be the ridge spanner |
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all manner of planks gets employed under the banner |
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of progress, 85 yards the max |
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nobody plummets to the bottom of ravines intact |
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and so the truss bridge must be seen as an improvement, |
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cantilever even receiving the translucent |
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inducement to get wrecked (high-tech) |
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but watch the Firth of Forth fall in the drink, one should expect |
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and so you step with the arch bridge, point to every zenith |
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say that gravity's smart, you settle stones just like a genius |
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but I seen this tumble like crumbs from Cookie's lips |
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the aquaducts no longer seem to irrigate worth spit. |
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The suspension bridge could go like seven thousand feet |
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but it's seven plus one from here to where I wanna be |
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so I free up the styrofoam peanuts that I been packing |
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if I'm lackin' in boats it's cause I'm fearful of the kraken |
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now I'm stacking little floaters and I'm bandin' them together, |
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I could travel over water in this manner to wherever |
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if the bonds hold tight let's take a hike to Honolu |
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and you'll be whistling the praises of the float-bridge too. |
