| The lion tamer’s irresistible whisper, the pantomime villain, is only a kitten
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| The beckoning voices at sixes and sevens, all tomorrows mysteries written in
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| her lipstick
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| The flower that cannot blossom, grows at the bottom, of the mid Atlantic valley,
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| in the mid Atlantic ocean
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| Waits for that moment when the whirlpools above it, and a tunnel of light,
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| forms clear to the sky
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| Baby you’re the meeting of the Nile and the Amazon
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| You are the point of no return
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| The greatest of them all
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| Victoria falls falling over Niagara Falls
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| You are the honey
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| You are the honey
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| In my beehive mind
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| The penniless orphan, now entering orbit, the sherbet fountains,
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| the candy floss clouds
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| The sugar capped mountain, the chocolate ocean, swimming with dolphins,
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| we bleed serotonin
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| There was a scarecrow, on a barren hillside, and I’ll wait here ‘til I die,
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| or my conscience springs to life
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| When the last man standing, has stood on a landmine, and a tunnel of light,
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| forms clear to the sky
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| Baby you’re the meeting of the Nile and the Amazon
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| You are the point of no return
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| The greatest of them all
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| Victoria falls falling over Niagara Falls
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| You are the honey
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| You are the honey
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| In my beehive mind |