| When the world was travelling faster and faster
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| Two colors became just a blur
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| And the buildings were falling plaster from plaster
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| Til things just weren’t what they were
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| What could save mankind from man?
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| When the blinds the blind overran
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| From the scene of confused devastation
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| Came the great spontaneous apple creation
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| And a speck in the sky grew to a cloud
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| And fishes flew and laughed aloud
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| And hamsters grew wings and flew on the doors
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| And rich wine was sweated from every man’s pores
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| And 3,000 people ate one strawberry
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| And the cloud grew green and pushed out a stalk
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| And the chairs grew swing-bolts and started to walk
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| And the strong silent ones began to talk
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| And three million people tore butter from stalk
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| And the cloud grew greener and greener and harder
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| Til it reminded all those there of something from the larder
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| And suddenly it was there and in each and every land
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| Each man, beast, and creature had an apple in his hand
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| And from that day came a new recreation
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| The great spontaneous apple creation
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| What could save mankind from man?
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| When the blinds the blind overran
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| From the scene of confused devastation
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| Came the great spontaneous apple creation |