| The gymnast, high above the ground
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| Limbers up and falls timber down
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| Ankles splayed and all tied
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| The gymnast long has arrived
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| Lazy, your long sister lays
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| Waiting out this long light brigade
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| Prayed for snow a long time
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| And lazy, it long has arrived
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| Through the tarlatan holes
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| You’ve been slipping, been slipping away
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| And the weather will hold
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| It’s been ever so, ever so gray
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| La dee da dum
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| And here as we’re coming down
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| We’re sounding out: it’s a terrible, terrible tide
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| As it lights upon your eye
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| But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
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| It’s a chemical, chemical kind
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| As it lights upon your eye
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| Lights upon your eye
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| The bosun calls upon the quay
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| Compass gone, he long has lost his way
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| To lighthouse shine, to calm tide
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| The bosun long has arrived
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| Through the tarlatan holes
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| You’ve been slipping, been slipping away
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| And the weather will hold
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| It’s been ever so, ever so gray
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| And here as we’re coming down
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| We’re sounding out: it’s a terrible, terrible tide
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| As it lights upon your eye
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| But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade
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| It’s a chemical, chemical kind
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| As it lights upon your eye
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| Lights upon your eye
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| April marches on
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| April marches on
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| April marches on
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| April marches on |