| I loved you in the sunshine
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| You chase the moon with a spear
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| Tardy afternoons in utopia
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| Kiss an ugly turtle and make it cry
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| Sever the head of cornucopia
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| We rape the Earth and don’t know why it strikes
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| Do you believe in stormy weather, stormy weather?
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| Hurricanes play musical chairs with homes and chattel
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| The whirling dervish tornadoes reek all disaster
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| Seesaw tsunamis give and take, what’s the matter?
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| I loved you in the sunshine
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| You chase the moon with a spear
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| I pray that you will be all mine
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| You foam at the mouth and disappear
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| Sever the head of cornucopia
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| We fuck the Earth and don’t know why it cries
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| Do you believe in stormy weather, stormy weather?
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| Hurricanes play musical chairs with homes and chattel
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| The whirling dervish tornadoes reap all disaster
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| Seesaw tsunamis give and take, what’s the matter?
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| I loved you in the sunshine
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| You chase the moon with a spear
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| I pray that you will be all mine
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| You foam at the mouth and disappear
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| We broke our pact
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| And away we go to another place
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| Home, where we call home
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| Why do we disfigure all the things that are so beautiful inside?
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| Where we compose the calamities for all to abide
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| Microcosm, macrocosm are the same
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| What a lame game
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| Don’t you think we’re extraordinary?
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| Believing and seeing
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| Realizing the imaginary
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| (Don't you? Don’t you?)
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| Yes, I think we’re extraordinary
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| Being and living
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| Yes, I think we ought to marry
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| We broke our pact
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| And away we go to another place
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| I loved you in the sunshine
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| You chase the moon with a spear
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| I pray that you will be all mine
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| You foam at the mouth and disappear |