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Saving all the waitresses |
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Cause they've all got longing in their eyes |
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Little acorn becomes the mighty oak |
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The oak throws its seeds to the sky |
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Drive your car up to the pole |
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That's as far as you can go |
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Take your coat off when you know |
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To warm you bones in the northern snow |
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Drop a feather in the water |
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What the ocean gives the sky will take |
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Killing swans with twenty-one guns |
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Just to see them fall into the lake |
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When driving up the coast |
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To your left is a black mass |
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Drive your car until you see |
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To wet your tongue with the salty sea |
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Float your paper boat up the creek |
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And watch the waves from its wake |
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Killing swans with twenty-one guns |
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Just to see them fall to see them break |
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Drive your car up to the pole |
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That's as far as you can go |
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Take your coat off when you know |
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To warm you bones in the northern snow |
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In the northern snow |
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In the northern snow |
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In the northern snow |
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In the northern snow |
