| Deep in Bora Bora, where few dare
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| A dark cave’s made by waterways, where acid is in
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| I go beneath the falls, and miles and miles of vine fall in line
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| At a time, to the space where the seniors preside
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| Figureheads gather round the round-table
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| Again and again, around-the-clock cable
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| Bickering over who’s more unstable
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| Again and again, wrong hands rock the cradle
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| Cold beneath the hoses and tanks, meet the council
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| Circle in the topwater pools, just doing counts
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| Order now has brought to the echoing gathering
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| Eels taking place based on rank and salary
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| When the walls have ears, and the store sells fear
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| I get em with the 6-strings, doing fine things
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| When the walls have ears, and the store it sells fear
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| Get em with the 6-strings, doing real fine things
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| Again and again (x4) wrong hands rock the cradle
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| Again and again, wrong hands rock the cradle
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| Again and again, I say who’s more unstable
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| Again and again, wrong hands rock the cradle
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| Figureheads gather round the round-table |