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My dearest child, not yet born, not even conceived |
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But I speak to you as if you are |
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'Cause I fear the day you ask me about the sun, trees birds and bees |
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Trees, birds and bees |
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You'll want to know, what I did to stop it all |
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And I won't be able to hide my shame |
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I'll only tell you the tale of pink elephants |
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You can fly through the heavens on their backs |
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Believe me, pink elephants can fly |
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Over the hills, the mountains and through the sky |
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They could, if they would, fly higher than high |
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But only the pink elephants can really fly |
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Forget the toys you used to play wars in your fantasy |
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And the videos where machines and monsters raged to rule |
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The desire for power and pleasure formed your world |
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And it will determine your child's future too |
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Close your eyes and realize where you are |
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They've survived despite all we've destroyed |
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They are all my parents left me from better days |
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They're your friends and you can give them to your child |
