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Can you play electric organ? |
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Can you play the lie of the land? |
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Can you paint a better tartan? |
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Sudden apples strewed on the dawns |
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Butcher birds and Jackie Hangmans |
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Double digit fugitive |
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Intra-Schengen cars and blam blams |
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A bigger scope, the lie of the land |
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Manifestly social sculpture lines |
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For all those well-trained men of the world |
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Never let me down you vultures then |
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Pick my bones clean, pick them all clean |
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I would play my big bassoon |
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(Big bassoon, like the bard's) |
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I would harvest marble hours |
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(On the moon, to glitter the culture) |
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I would make some animal |
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But not too soon, you just wait and see |
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I would dig no frightening hole |
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To stop, to stop, to stop it on me |
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Finger pulse and all the parlay |
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Sinking faster than half of the nine |
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I have been to Harlem Dover |
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I have seen the end of the line |
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Brick it all up, the perfect England |
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Black it in your coronet hearts |
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On the moon, to glitter the culture |
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I would play my big bassoon |
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(Big bassoon, like the bard's) |
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I would harvest marble hours |
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(On the moon, to glitter the culture) |
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(Big bassoon, on the moon) |
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(Like the bard's, to glitter the culture) |
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I would play my big bassoon |
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(Big bassoon, like the bard's) |
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I would harvest marble hours |
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(On the moon, to glitter the culture) |