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While hunting for the lost goblet |
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I mean searching for this groovy grail thing |
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I was slashing a holy terror trail |
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Through the brush |
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Whistling a very hip and solid tune |
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Well I cut a path and went |
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snaking through the trees |
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I joined some sunning reptiles |
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On the rock |
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I was seeking to dig |
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The infinite wisdon |
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That flowed from this |
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Way out and shining cup |
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And the animals sing |
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Sing sing sing |
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And the trees swing |
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And sway in the breeze |
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I've been |
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Wailing stomping swinging |
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And searching for this thing |
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Across ten cent streams |
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And fifty dollar seas |
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I was a driven cat |
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Searching for this mug |
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Other chalices had never been enough |
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Oh cup, lay it down |
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And I'll pick it up |
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Well I left my path |
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And went looking for a shortcut |
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I mean I jumped off the trail |
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Searching for that grail |
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Seeking ths goblet |
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I've traveled all my life |
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And I wouldn't stop |
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Until I drank it's wine |
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Well I found that goblet |
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Sitting on a rock |
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I grabbed it fast |
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And drank in every drop |
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But no tin tankard |
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Could show me where it's at |
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After all I'd seen |
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So I followed my footsteps back |
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Back through the granite fields |
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And fallen trees |
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Back across ice and iron |
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And the mineral seas |
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Back through the hills |
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Of carbon and line |
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Around the sphere |
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solid magentic on time |
