| Now when the famous
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| anchor went up in tongues
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| was laughing led out of studio one
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| Oh he turned to wave 'good by my friends & all
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| look for me at the head of the sun
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| I’m surely severed loves'!
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| Outside the boy
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| barker who dumbly displays
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| his bored arrow to Subway
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| O he let it to the pavement and to one and all
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| 'I will not point the way to the grave
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| now or ever loves'
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| From out the deep
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| the porpoise suicides come
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| through all manner of jetsam
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| to a pier where man on holiday
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| would lean to his navel reflection
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| hear 'now or never loves'
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| Now finally the bride of the Primrose Parade
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| on the float Monsanto sprayed
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| steps beyond the poisoned moats of her petticoats
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| 'O, loves I have led you astray
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| turn this serpent round
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| pass the flower kids my crowns
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| and go move in the way of the sun
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| though i wither your work is begun'
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| And with that in petals she fell to the stage
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| In the system the feedback raged:
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| 'Now or never loves
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| now or never loves
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| now or never loves' |