| Sly like a magpie’s shared between the species
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| Something there glitters, the theft is made
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| Gold speckled waters, the source unfound
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| Slips through wet fingers back under ground
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| The reason for the voyage hasn’t been forgot
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| The trail’s not cold, the coals are hot
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| The crew draw back together like magnets
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| Salmon at sea that head back to fresh water
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| To the head of the stream and the inevitable slaughter
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| Carry the future back off down the river
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| Affection explained in a watched world
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| There’s nothing of magic in this shining pearl
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| The water gets red with the rust of an anchor
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| The blood and the paint from the towns that got captured
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| Where something dissolved and got free in the current
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| Locked in black boxes they’ll find their way
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| Thrown out on the highway they get home just the same
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| Each fishy sparkles again and again
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| Where rough diamonds lie
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| A lens that bends all light
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| Will change and shape to suit its eye
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| Where rough diamonds lie
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| Affection explained in a watched world
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| There’s nothing of magic in this shining pearl
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| Where rough diamonds lie |