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Brian Eno |
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Miscellaneous |
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Seven Deadly Finns |
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oh oh the french girls with the string of pearls |
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Think it's such a fucking shame |
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That the local boys with their country joys |
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Never make them daisy chains |
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They're swapping disappointing incidents |
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While at the docks another ship pulls in |
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And suddenly the door breaks down (ooh la la) |
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It's the seven deadly finns |
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Oh oh oh soldiers and sailors |
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Have all been here before |
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Gigolos and governments |
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Have stumbled through that door |
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Because they need all those french girls with all their kiss curls |
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And powder in their guns |
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And the seven finns with their deadly grins |
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Tend to measure beauty in tuns. |
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The first is a freak with a masochistic streak |
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And the second is a kitten up a tree |
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The third is a flirt with an awful print skirt |
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And the fourth is pretending to be me |
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The fifth wears a mac and never turns his back |
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The sixth never shows his eyes |
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But the seventh deadly finn is so tall and slim |
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He shoulda never been with those guys. |
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Although variety's the spice of life |
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A steady rhythm is the source |
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Simplicity's the crucial thing |
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Systemically of course (work it all out like norbert wiener) |
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So if those french girls say to you |
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'would you like your ashes piped ?' |
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You'll have to take their word for it |
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It's the only thing to take... |
