| Why climb into my tree
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| To get a better view
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| Of roots growing beneath my ground
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| Why dive into my lake
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| To get a closer look
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| At fish swimming beneath your wrecks
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| And it’s only a matter of time my friend
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| Till we reach the logic’s end
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| Till I can no longer pretend
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| Feed you from my hand
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| Help you with your plan
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| If only to get rid of it
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| Feed you from my hand
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| Help you when I can
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| Only to get rid of it
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| Why should I do
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| What you want me to
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| When it’s only for a week or two
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| Why should I stay
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| When you push me away
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| Hoping for a brighter day
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| And it’s only a matter of time my friend
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| Till we reach the logic’s end
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| Till I can no longer pretend
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| I jump, I duck, I dive, I swing
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| Feed you from my hand
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| Help you with your plan
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| If only to get rid of it
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| Feed you from my hand
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| Help you when I can
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| Only to get rid of it
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| Your eyes are like
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| Harriers in the night
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| Stalking the Falklands |