| All the flowers in the meadows, and all the salt in the sea
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| Tripped over three shadows all the way to Tennessee
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| Pushed out by the hand of man, and carried by the lovely trades
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| From the lucky Jack of Diamonds to the deadly Ace of Spades
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| And you need it in the middle, when the needles in the red
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| And it needles just a little with a buzzing in the head
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| And you need it just a little, and it’s more than you can take
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| Like a baby in the middle of a many layered cake
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| Killed by sugar, killed by sparrows, fog wouldn’t let 'em through
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| And they tipped all of their arrows with poison drops of dew
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| And you need it in the middle, when the needles in the red
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| And it needles just a little with a buzzing in the head
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| And you need it just a little, and it’s more than you can take
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| And it’s more than you can fathom, and it’s more than you can fake
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| And you need it just a little, and it’s more than you can say
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| A canary in the coal mine, meets the needle in the hay |