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Climb, climb, Triceratops |
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Your daydreams cease to be |
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A rope broke, releasing knots |
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Emitting glitter sprees |
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Dive, dive, I'll meet you there |
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Let's blow our brains and freeze |
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I'll wear the green badge that you made for me |
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It glows in the dark you'll see |
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Early June breeze in the sun we can lie here for |
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Days upon end with friends near the sea |
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Follow zig-zags, a typewriter click-clacks our time |
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Gotta take notes or we'll leave them behind |
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Blue, green and yellow pens |
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Blew up in my bag again |
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The books stained, the pages stuck |
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A library fine for me |
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I buy them new copies from |
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A car boot sale for cheap |
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It costs less and nobody notices |
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I'm luckyyy |
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I keep throwing back a day |
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Falling asleep on trains |
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It's only two o'clock |
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Camouflage has disappeared |
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Can I write about this time |
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Many people will believe this |
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Repeat and start again |
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Your script is weak |
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Early June breeze in the sun we can lie here for |
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Days upon end with friends near the sea |
