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Sharks follow my trail, and it won't be long |
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They've fallen for the oldest trick in the book |
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It never goes wrong oh no |
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Mask and snorkel and a bottle of ketchup |
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Oh those desperate old sharkfins start to circle me in anger |
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Oh be clever not beautiful, oh be clever not beautiful |
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If your goal is plain survival well then be clever not beautiful |
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Poets lock up your words, your tongues are all tied |
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Oh let read in every history book that the poets all tried to lull us |
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With lilting, songs of a struggle |
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To mountain up a notion |
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That we were something more than animals |
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Be clever not beautiful, oh be clever not beautiful |
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If your gaol is plain survival well then be clever not beautiful... |
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Not like your face, as you roam in the garden |
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Not as the earthworms gather beneath your feet |
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You give it all away(all away) for free |
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As we sun our winter bellies(winter bellies) |
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In your spring(yaa) |
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Ooh be clever not beautiful, oh be clever not beautiful |
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If your goal is pure survival well then be clever not beautiful |
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Oh be clever not beautiful oh be clever not beautiful |
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If your goal is plain survival well then be clever not beautiful |
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Be clever not beautiful |
