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Without work's calving increments |
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Or love's coltish punch |
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What would |
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I be?An animaless isthmus |
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Beyond the sea |
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Oh bees only swarm when they're looking for a home |
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So I followed them |
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I found the bees nest in the buffalo's chest |
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I drank their honey, that milk |
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I've seen this taste cased in almost every face |
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That's working to see it in all |
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And this kidnaps me |
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Tied up in a boat and kicked off to sea |
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In tight baby binding technique |
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My arm chews through the swaddling slings |
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There's a flare gun in my hand |
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I point it straight and point it high |
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And to the universe it applies |
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It lit things up in lavender |
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Where I'd been was might go |
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I saw the calf |
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I saw the bees |
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I saw the buffalo and the colt |
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Well I'm sure they all laughed at me |
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At me solo in my boat |
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The flare burned and fell |
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The boat burned as well |
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And the punk |
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And the lunk |
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And the drunk |
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And the skunk |
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And the hunk |
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And the monk in me |
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All sunkSunk, sunk, sunk, sunk, sunk |
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All about |
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Bill Callahan: |
