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Knees on legs, toes on feet |
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Hair on chest, itchy vest |
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Woolly pants, nylon socks |
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Leather boots smash down the grass |
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Oh, grandma's lawn has just been mown |
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Ten feet tall, overgrown with weeds |
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Cold blue light, warm red light |
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Blue-green grass, jangling glass |
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These things I bought, Comisio sauce |
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Lima rice, water cress and Miso soup |
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So spare a thought for Albert Gott |
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Coloured lights, see-through tights |
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Moist-wet lips, heavy hips |
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Silvery sheets, crumbling thoughts |
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Parting legs, curried eggs |
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The meal we had was very bad |
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Too much Yin and not enough Yang |
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Lost my plec, bloody heck |
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Who's got my plec, break his neck |
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The rent's due, feeling blue |
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Got no bread, so in the street |
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We all will meet with nothing to do |
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No place to eat, nowhere to glue dolly friends |
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To my surprise, in a teardrop reflected |
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A scene - there is you |
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Surrounded by vast carpet of bell-blue |
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There is me too |