| Too big to fly, Dodo ugly so Dodo must die
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| Dog go with fear on its side, can’t change, can’t change the tide
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| Dog baiter, agitator, asking questions, says he wants to know why
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| Ain’t no reason that money can’t buy
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| Mink he pretty so Mink he must die, must die, must die
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| Sun he giving life in his light, part of the system
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| Friend to man, friend to the trees, no friend to the snowman
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| Where does he go, what does he do?
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| Does he meet with the mole, the stream, the cloud
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| And end up at the bottom of the sea?
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| Fish he got a hook in his throat, fish he got problems
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| Where does he go, what does he do?
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| Does he hope he’s too small, to poor a haul
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| Who’ll end up being thrown back in the sea?
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| I’m back in the sea
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| Caretaker, horror movie
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| Only one eye, only needs one boot
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| Sweet lady, she knows she looks good
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| Vacuum coming for the bright and the brute
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| Big noise, black smoke
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| So pig-headed couldn’t see the joke
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| But it ain’t funny, ask the fly on the wall
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| It’s only living it don’t matter at all, at all, at all
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| Pimp, he make you drool and grunt, he got an answer
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| One he got a dream of love, deep as the ocean
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| Where does he go, what does he do?
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| Will the siren team with Davy Jones
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| And trap him at the bottom of the sea?
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| I’m back in the sea, I’m back in the sea, I’m back in the sea
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| Meanwhile lurking by a stone in the mud
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| Two eyes looked to see what I was
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| And then something spoke
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| And this is what it said to me Clothes of brass and hair of brown
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| Seldom needs to breathe
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| Don’t need no wings to fly
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| Ohh a heart of stone
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| And a fear of fire and water
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| Who am I? |