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Where's the kid who climbed this greater height |
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Who gave the older and wiser a wink of the eye |
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Then a graceful departure |
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Who's ambition sold our best foot forward and back |
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With a candid and smiling attack |
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And a brain full of wonder |
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All the celebration, the cathedral and choir and machine |
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Are a blanket wrapped up in a kid |
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With a mouth full of praises |
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So long, may your lemmings tumble down |
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And bury deep your sill little town |
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Babe brought up the belly of the whale |
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So you know that we're the kids who made up |
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A divided supply of the land and a culture that waved the hand of a generation |
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You can grow against our side of saliva |
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So long, may your lemmings tumble down |
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And bury deep your sill little town |
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Babe brought up the belly of the whale |
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And the kid said |
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So long, it's complicated but this engine hummed along |
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To the groan of how man made it so resistibly slow, and so long |
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It's complicated but babe delivered us the belly of the whale |
