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Like water from a whale spout |
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The spraying veils its ground |
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What's dug inside the body |
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A black gasp bubbling out |
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Oh as the ocean is bled dry |
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A mountain is a mouth eating up the sky |
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Oh as the ocean is bled dry |
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A valley cuts the tongue from its gullet |
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Who knows who will say what now? |
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Old as the water we sigh |
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A mountain is a mouth eating up the sky |
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Oh as the ocean is bled dry |
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A valley cuts the tongue from its gullet |
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Who knows who will say what now? |
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Sigh along and our sighs align |
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We'll set a table and drink some wine |
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Fine tether of the moon-yard view |
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You pause as the pleasure misconstrues |
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Whats real and what's entombed |
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Sigh along or silence be |
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Be our song |
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And it calms me down |
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Don't try to calm me down |
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Hey hoorah |
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Don't try to calm me down |
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And the whale is sleeping |
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The tongue's inclined |
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And we spout and speak to reveal the rush |
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as it bubbles out |
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And it calms me down |
