| If you want to come on down
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| Down with your bones so white
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| Watch the freight trains pound
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| Into the wild, wild night
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| How I would love to gnaw
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| To gnaw on your bones so white
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| And watch as the freight trains paw
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| Paw at the wild, wild night
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| All these ghost towns, wreathed in old loam
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| (Assateague knee-deep in seafoam) —
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| Ho Swansea! |
| Buttonwillow!
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| Lagunitas! |
| Ho Calico!
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| And all these beastly bungalows
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| Stare, distend, like endless toads —
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| Endlessly hop down the road
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| Borne by wind, we southward blow
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| And yonder, wild and blue
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| The wild blue yonder looms
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| 'Till we are wracked with rheum
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| By roads, by songs entombed
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| And all we want to do
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| Is chew, and chew, and chew!
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| Dear one, drive on
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| When all we want to do
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| Is chew, and chew, and chew
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| And if you want to come on down
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| Down with your bones so white
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| Watch the freight trains pound
|
| Into the wild, wild night
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| How I would love to gnaw
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| To gnaw on your bones so white
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| And watch as the freight trains paw
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| Paw at the wild, wild night
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| Paw at the wild, wild night
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| Paw at the wild, wild night |