| Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties
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| They spit you up river just like all those lions
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| That walked the banks
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| They said, «Paint me that river
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| And would you only use blues
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| With a brilliant big black mouth and
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| Lengths of pines that route the river through
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| Through and through»
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| Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves
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| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
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| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
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| «Paint me that arm
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| That lies directly over mountains
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| Where the glaciers climb so tall
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| One absent of the scars passing boats and ships and oars
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| Tend to leave the veins will be the tributaries»
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| All the sounds of the ocean, the ocean
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| Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves
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| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
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| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
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| Fashion fashion ballrooms of the leaves
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| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
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| We’d like to watch the ghosts dance
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| I am but a man
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| But a proud, proud man
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| But a proud, proud man
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| Silver bells that line the way
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| Baited trails
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| We’ll find you there
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| Silver bells that line the way
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| Baited trails
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| We’ll find you there
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| I am but a man (but a man)
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| But a proud, proud man
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| But a proud, proud man |