| Sapped and stupid I lie upon the stones and I swoons
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| The darlig little dandelions have done their thing and changed from suns into
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| moons
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| The dragons roam the shopping malls, I hear they’re gonna eat our guts
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| If I had the strength I might pick up my sword and make some attempt to resist
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| Get ready to shield yourself
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| Grab your sap and your heaters
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| Get ready to shield yourself
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| On the night of the lotus eaters
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| Mmm, don’t you love my baby
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| Mmm, and don’t you love my baby anymore
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| They gilded my scales, they fish-bowled me and they toured me round the old
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| aquariums
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| They come in their hordes to tap at the glass, the philistines and barbarians
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| I like floating here, it’s nice, they’ve hung seaweed around my hips
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| And I do the hula for the hungry ones and the lames all throw me tips
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| Get ready to shield yourself
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| Grab your sap and your heaters
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| Get ready to shield yourself
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| On the night of the lotus eaters
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| Mmm, don’t you love my baby
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| Mmm, and don’t you love my baby anymore
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| Get ready to shield yourself
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| From our catastrophic leaders
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| Get ready to shield yourself
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| Grab your sap and your heaters
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| On the night of the lotus eaters
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| Now hit the streets!
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| Now hit the streets! |