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Bang the small rocks on the big ones |
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'Till the small ones are sharp and clean |
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Catch something, kill something |
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New blade cuts real keen |
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And then the grass grows up to cover up the fire pit and the forge |
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Half a world away from the Olduvai gorge |
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Chew these roots for a toothache |
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Chew these ones for atmosphere |
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Dream the pleasant dreams that people dream |
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When they grow up down here |
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And then the grass grows up to cover up the fire pit and the forge |
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Half a world away from the Olduvai gorge |
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Take care of the old man |
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See if he's in pain |
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Have somebody stay with him |
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Comfort him when he complains |
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Keep to ourselves mostly |
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Few friends and fewer closer friends |
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Lead a long life if you're lucky |
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Hope it never ends |
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And then the grass grows up to cover up the fire pit and the forge |
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Half a world away from the Olduvai gorge |
