| Saving all the waitresses
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| Cause they’ve all got longing in their eyes
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| Little acorn becomes the mighty oak
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| The oak throws its seeds to the sky
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| Drive your car up to the pole
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| That’s as far as you can go
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| Take your coat off when you know
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| To warm you bones in the northern snow
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| Drop a feather in the water
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| What the ocean gives the sky will take
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| Killing swans with twenty-one guns
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| Just to see them fall into the lake
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| When driving up the coast
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| To your left is a black mass
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| Drive your car until you see
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| To wet your tongue with the salty sea
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| Float your paper boat up the creek
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| And watch the waves from its wake
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| Killing swans with twenty-one guns
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| Just to see them fall to see them break
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| Drive your car up to the pole
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| That’s as far as you can go
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| Take your coat off when you know
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| To warm you bones in the northern snow
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| In the northern snow
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| In the northern snow
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| In the northern snow
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| In the northern snow |