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Amber cascades all over today |
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Then we walk on a crooked catwalk |
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Only to be delayed |
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Bubbles of blue burst into two |
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Eaten up by the incoming tide |
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Of the new |
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Then we call to the man who walks on the water |
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We talk of a plan to stop all the slaughter in view |
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It's in view |
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Granite charades are played in the rain |
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Till we fall through a sand castle window |
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To avoid the pain |
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Summer canoe paddles up to you |
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'Cause it's time for another beer run |
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Or something that's equally true |
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Then we call to the man who walks on the water |
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We talk of a plan to stop all the slaughter in view |
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Then we call to the man who walks on the water |
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We talk of a plan to stop all the slaughter in view |
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It's in view |
