| The sea on trial surprised to find
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| Its own dark floors the jurors
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| The fishes called as witnesses
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| And the waves the bailiff
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| Pleads its case worth, mouth, beast, best
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| I’ll go along with just about anything
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| Some people try not to eat too much
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| Some other people try to eat enough
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| I will truly go along with just about anything
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| But refuse to not be killer for even just a minute
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| Just another flag mentality I guess
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| Just another fold cut across the sky
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| Blame the stock market floor’s choreography
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| Blame the common man’s sense of geography
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| Nothing bounces one’s step like hitting bottom
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| Oh, the fogbow surface takes its stand
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| Oh, the fogbow surface is in dazzling command
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| Oh, the fogbow surface judge’s robe flows
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| Nothing bounces one’s step like hitting bottom |