| Nervy push and wordy stagger
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| Blow up world in minor key
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| Step out wide, I think I’ll back her
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| Reckon she’ll get there ahead of me
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| Jittery aim and all
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| It’s better to push and stagger than break
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| Bend out flat in face of aggression
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| See what you can take
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| Hey! |
| Take that river back!
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| Put it on the shelf!
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| Sometimes I think we could fly the whole affair by FX
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| Moon, wings, the usual
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| Bird with red eyes bends a long neck
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| Stabs down, colours itself
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| We don’t see it
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| It breaks the world somewhere else
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| You know you can replace this idea
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| Replace it on the shelf
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| Sometimes it’s a bird in a cage
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| Sometimes the cage itself
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| You could throw the book in the air
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| See where it lands
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| That’s the page you can read
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| That’s the one that binds the plot where she fell
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| And wept
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| Look real crocodiles
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| Crawl’d 'twixt cheek and chin
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| She said take your sword, young Andrew and
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| Plunge it in
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| I had the push, I had the stagger
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| I had the pack in front of me
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| It was dangerous, wild, it was landslide and cracked air
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| You know the world’s a big place to see
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| It looks like a journey
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| The view’s exquisite
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| Nakedness, way stations and lakes
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| It’s like something from Shakespeare
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| It’s something for nothing
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| See what you can take |