| Well, Bohemoth calls us his own
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| While Bahamut wanders alone
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| They both go out to play
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| On that cold and rainy day
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| And Bohemoth sings us his song
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| While Bahamut wanders along
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| But in the glory of this spring
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| You can hear Bahamut sing
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| Whoa-ho-ho
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| Are you as big as me?
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| Whoa-ho-ho-ho
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| Way too big to see
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| Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho
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| Bahamut he goes so slow
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| Whoa-ho-ho-ho
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| Too big a place to go
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| (Solos)
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| (Spoken)
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| The entire known universe
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| Floats suspended in a thin silver bowl
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| Which rocks gently on the back
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| Of an immense blue-green tortuga
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| And the tortuga’s scaly feet
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| Are firmly placed on the topmost
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| Of seven craggy mountains
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| Which arise from a vast and arid plain
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| Of drifting, fetid, yellow dust
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| And the plain is balanced precariously
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| On top of a small thin green acacia tree?
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| Which grows from the snout
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| Of a giant blood red ox
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| With 50 eyes that breathes flame
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| The color of the midnight sky
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| And the ox’s hooves are firmly placed
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| On the single grain of sand
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| Which floats in the eye of Bahamut
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| Like a mote of dust
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| No one has ever seen Bahamut
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| Some think it’s a fish
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| Some think it’s a newt
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| All we know is that the lonely Bahamut
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| Floats endlessly through all time and all space
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| With all of us and everything
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| Floating in a single tear
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| Of his eye
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| Well, Bohemoth calls us his own
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| While Bahamut wanders alone
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| When they both go out to play
|
| On that cold and rainy day
|
| And Bohemoth sings us his song
|
| While Bahamut wanders alone
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| But in the glory of their fall
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| You can hear Bahamut call
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| Whoa-ho-ho
|
| Are you as big as me?
|
| Whoa-ho-ho-ho
|
| Way too big to see
|
| Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho
|
| Bahamut he goes so slow
|
| Whoa-ho-ho-ho
|
| Too big a place to go |