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Inside a jar of prehistoric air |
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Neon fossil penguins grow on trees |
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The child professor doesn't care |
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He has a friendly new disease |
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It causes me to swear |
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I never said I care, I never said |
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It takes a paucity of scale |
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To simulate what's in the jar |
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A friendly fire of forest whales |
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On rubber hearts and vacuum stars |
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It causes me to swear |
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I never said I care, I never said |
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We could have ourselves a slow race |
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And the object is to lose |
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The awards flow by like icebergs |
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Deep and giant blue |
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There are no fish left in the streams |
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They all have taken to the air |
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And with their rattles, guns, and beads |
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New age pirates sit and stare |
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It causes me to swear |
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I never said I care, I never said |
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We could have ourselves a slow race |
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And the object is to lose |
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The awards flow by like icebergs |
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Deep and giant blue |
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There are no fish left in the streams |
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They all have taken to the air |
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And with their rattles, guns, and beads |
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New age pirates sit and stare |
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It causes me to swear |
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I never said I cared, I never said |
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We could have ourselves a slow race |
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And the object is to lose |
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The awards flow by like icebergs |
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Deep and giant blue |
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There's a boring intermission |
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In the middle of the play |
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The awards flow by like icebergs |
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Made of ancient clay |
