| Behind the safety glass divider
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| Wayward pilot gliders fate, got sealed
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| With knowing smiles of campfire girls
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| Insist another mysteries revealed
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| But it’s just another ocean
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| Of animal emotion behind the wheel
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| The secret starfish divers
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| And abalone miners' copper field
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| Hey, hey, when the party’s over
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| I’ll come back again
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| Fear not gentle trader
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| The hook you used to bait her was unreal
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| But don’t forget what loners
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| That started out as stoners all concealed
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| At the bottom of the ocean
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| Near the power plant explosion, starfish mass
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| For the final expedition
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| Wayward pilot’s mission starts in last
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| The alphabet we grew up with
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| In a safe in his hands
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| ‘Cause he’s a man who believes
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| Billie Jean won’t treat until they listen
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| And understand that there is no master plan
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| For the graduating class
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| That starts the sweeping in the grass
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| Pacifiers found with our hateful hands
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| Be raised by the man
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| Hey, hey, gentle starfish diver
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| They’ll come back again
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| They’ll come back again |