| Tell a tale of married men
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| Of simple shells and curried zen
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| Falling through the world of when
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| Today
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| Serpent coils and hydrofoils
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| You don’t believe what he does with oils
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| Speaking words that he said once
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| Yesterday
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| Peaches are predominant
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| Peace has got no counterpoint
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| Peter said he had to go nowhere
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| Away
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| But could it be a grand joke
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| A puff of smoke
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| Yes it’s but a great day
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| To know the way
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| Don’t you see the huge clouds go flying by
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| Don’t you know
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| Deep down we all are butterflies
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| Just you take another look round
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| What you been seeing
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| What’s been running through your mind
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| Is all we have at all
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| Have you been to the tinkers' ball
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| Waiting for the light to come again
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| Yes, we was sitting on a rooftop
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| Looking at the planets
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| Have you looked out there?
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| Today is like tomorrow then
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| A little scared of the affairs of men
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| Everybody also knows that they’re been afraid
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| 'Cause they are frightened by a love life with everybody
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| Terrified by the thought of
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| Unity is probable
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| Vanity is escapable
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| Violence, the workings of a tortured mind
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| Waterbeds are really fun
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| Sleeping in the baking sun
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| Debbie’s disappointed
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| But I think she knows it’s right
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| Jellyfish are dangerous
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| Politics are perilous
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| And I’m really glad that I’m not Richard’s friend
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| 'Cause I say sexual repression can make a lot of trouble
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| It can only lead to
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| Craziness
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| Is in the head
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| The heart is short of being dead
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| Have you got a reason for survival in the fall
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| Oh look at blood-soaked Charlie on a silk-stained bedsheet
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| Can you tell me do you really want to
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| Die in all your false belief?
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| I tell you now that there is no relief
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| Oh, you really gotta grow again
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| Psychosomatic delusions of euphoria
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| Better dig it now
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| Before the coming in memoriam
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| Could it be a grand joke
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| A puff of smoke
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| Yes it’s but a great day
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| To know the way
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| Don’t you see the huge clouds go flying by
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| Don’t you know
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| Deep down we all are butterflies |