| Is it really the treasure of gold
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| Or the dance on the rainbow itself
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| Bound to a track
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| Painting over the cracks
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| In his dreams they’d put up on the shelf
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| Little wind up soldier
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| With a ball and chain
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| Got destinations engraved on your mind
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| Now you don’t care as long
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| As you don’t make it there
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| You wanna fly but not arise
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| Calling you, calling you
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| You are the one to hear them
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| Calling you, calling you
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| Calling you, calling you
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| And your daddy don’t approve
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| And when no-one's awake anymore
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| He paints a picture of a strange looking fly
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| From a distant world
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| You light and lo and behold
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| It’s coming alive
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| Calling you, calling you
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| You always hear them speak
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| Derring do, derring do Calling you, calling you
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| From a distant burning star
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| You wanna fly, so you drag on flies
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| Drag on dragonflies
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| From a suffocating room, on a dragonfly
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| You’re riding high when you nasalize
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| What you pulverize
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| Make your day and dream away on a dragonfly
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| Mayday mayday
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| I ain’t fond of smoking
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| The buzzer known in dire straits
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| Selfless without intention
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| Too late to intermediate
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| Smoking kills
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| Calling you, calling you
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| You are the one two three four
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| Calling you, calling you
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| Calling you, calling you
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| And your daddy don’t approve
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| We’re getting high on a dragonfly |