| They’d been gone for so damn long
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| I’d nearly forgotten that they could be near
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| They fly high and so far gone
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| You can hear them but they seldom appear
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| And they live, live on a mountain
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| And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
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| And the clouds grinding around them
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| Created a terrible roar
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| Fine glass book, their pages newly amended
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| And planted in steam
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| Witchcraft spoons breed rhinestone radioactive
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| Bull frogs in antique magnetic cream
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| And they live, live on a mountain
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| And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
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| And the clouds grinding around them
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| Created a terrible roar
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| High I.Q. |
| brand rhinestone carnival barking pumpkins
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| That walk without feet
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| Low-rent hunchback elves sell sweets to the children
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| That play by the street
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| And they live, live on a mountain
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| And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
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| And the clouds grinding around them
|
| Created a terrible roar
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| And they live, live on a mountain
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| And they hardly, ever hardly see the floor
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| And the clouds grinding around them
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| Created a terrible roar |