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The squirming coil of sunset, I keep within my reach |
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Tried yesterday to get away and hitchhiked to the beach |
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I saw Satan on the beach trying to catch a ray |
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He wasn't quite the speed of light and the squirming coil |
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It got away, yea, it got away |
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It got away, yea, it got away |
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It got away, yea, it got away |
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The muscles flex the mother's ring, they fasten children to her king |
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And sent him down the crooked street |
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When he returns, the birth's complete |
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Jimmy holds the tannis root, the forest's tasty nectar shoot |
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The sun tips off the monarch's suit from sequined sash to shiny boot |
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I'd like to lick the coil some day like Icarus, who had to pay |
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With melting wax and feathers brown and he tasted it on his way down |
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Stun the puppy, burn the whale, bark a scruff and go to jail |
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Forge the coin and lick the stamp, little jimmy's off to camp |
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It got away, yea, it got away |
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It got away, yea, it got away |
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It got away, yea, it got away |
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It got away, yea |
