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The gymnast, high above the ground, |
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Limbers up and falls timber down |
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Ankles splayed and all tied |
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The gymnast long has arrived |
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Lazy, your long sister lays |
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Waiting out this long light brigade |
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Prayed for snow a long time |
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And lazy, it long has arrived |
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Through the tarlatan holes |
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You've been slipping, been slipping away |
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And the weather will hold |
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It's been ever so, ever so gray |
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La dee da dum. |
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And here as we're coming down |
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We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide |
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As it lights upon your eye |
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But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade, |
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It's a chemical, chemical kind |
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As it lights upon your eye |
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Lights upon your eye |
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The bosun calls upon the quay |
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Compass gone, he long has lost his way |
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To lighthouse shine, to calm tide |
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The bosun long has arrived |
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Through the tarlatan holes |
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You've been slipping, been slipping away |
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And the weather will hold |
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It's been ever so, ever so gray |
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And here as we're coming down |
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We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide |
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As it lights upon your eye |
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But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade, |
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It's a chemical, chemical kind |
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As it lights upon your eye |
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Lights upon your eye |
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April marches on |
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April marches on |
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April marches on |
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April marches on |
